Alice, bearing full brunt of wind’s breeze sans armour of trees, headed headfirst through the urban storm front, where welded waves paid no more mind to her than that of god to man. As heaven’s breaths almost guiltily blew her into retreat, she bootstrapped remaining flakes of fortitude—enough to thwart the furious fellmonger attempting to skin her resolve to punctually in-punch for soon’s determined date. ; )