Anatoly didn't notice the fog either, being much too intent on returning Lex's kiss and holding him tightly. He was so afraid that Lex would try to leave again if he let go, and he couldn't let such a thing happen, not again. Neither of them could surely survive such a thing.

It was only when he heard a very familiar laugh that he broke the kiss, looking over at the doorway in horror. Standing there was Molokov, looking entirely too pleased and beside him was Lionel, looking just as pleased.

He stared at them, too stunned to move or speak. The only thing he could do was grip Lex's arm tightly. They were clearly trapped and had to get out - but how?