There is panic now in the valley. The afternoon began brightly, as bright as gray can be, but after dusk the fog crawled down the mountains, silently, barely perceived, ignored, largely, when it was noticed until darkness fell, when it seized the 108,000 inhabitants by the throat temporarily paralyzing all other muscles, rooting them in position whether standing or sitting. At first, some of those who could make sound emitted only guttural noise, uncommonly heard here, unable to form intelligible words, painful, angry, sickened, paralyzed, animal-like whoops. Most could not, or would not, make any sound. They left, mostly in the hush of shuffling soft shoes, slowly then as rapidly as they could, hoping against reality to escape the fog. But they could not escape it, it had infiltrated every cell in their body, and now, the morning after they feel the lingering effects on the soul as a hangover which will not subside on the body. Penn State 20 Wisconsin 24.