The next time the fog rolls through, AM will be approached by an ice-cold breeze. A woman's voice will speak clearly to him: "You have done so well, my pet. Drink of my gifts, and worship. Far more still awaits you."

She will laugh, and the sensation of liquid will force into his throat, sour and acrid. If you wish, it can simulate choking or drowning; however, this is entirely optional. The changes will come as he deals with this sensation, and once they are finished the "liquid" sensation will fade away entirely.