The fog around her began to shift and dissipate. As she stood up, the hoofbeats were joined by sleighbells, and the grayness of the fog turned white.
White as snow.
No longer was she in the quiet suburban town with her square white house. No longer was she in the apple-crisp autumn she had experienced only moments before. She stood between snow-covered trees, looking out onto a white expanse leading to a distant town. Children played in the snow, and the fields were crisscrossed with sleigh tracks.
Shaking off a minor headache - a side effect of the jump - she set off toward town. She had an appointment to keep.