The street is so littered with debris she has to keep leaping over things. The gale is at her back and seems to be aiding her flight, so she lets herself go with it; all she knows is that she must keep moving. A lump of wood falls right in front of her and it’s too late to avoid. The palms of her hands sting as they hit the cold pavement; she scrambles to her feet but then falls again, and her head hits the ground with a smack. That is the last thing she remembers. * She is lying on the cold, damp ground. She raises her head, and tries to make sense of why she’s out in this vicious wind in the middle of the night in a place she doesn’t recognise. There was a party; she was with Jack. She’s trying to hang on to details, half-glimpses, but her mind is pushing them away. She hauls herself to her feet and tries to run, but the debris swirls all around her, blocking her way, making her stumble. She glances behind her but there’s no sign of Jack. She tries to get her bearings but she doesn’t know this area, and anyway, everything looks different in the dark.
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