Illya awoke in his studio and even though the sun wouldn't rise for another hour, he could see fog outside. Fog is an agent's best friend, he thought as he showered and dressed.

Napoleon awoke and discovered his penthouse view hidden behind a fog curtain. As he left for the office he thought, I hope this burns off soon.

The partners met in the Commissary. "Lousy morning," Napoleon groused.

Illya grinned. "I disagree; a foggy morning saved my life during a mission in London years before I met you."

Napoleon replied, "I guess that changes my opinion slightly."