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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Catulle" data-source="post: 757360" data-attributes="member: 9942">Somewhere on the streets of ManhattanWednesday, 11th December 2002The chill of the wind caught Caitlyn full-on as she was walking, billowing her coat around her, seeming to insinuate itself right through the seams of the garment. Cars rushed past in the street, creating gusts within the swirl, a storm of neon bringing thunder and cloying smoke.Perhaps it was a trick of the wind and her expectations for the evening, but she found herself moving, stepping in time with a meter unhead, a rhythm that stole the bite out of the wind and the chill from the air before she realised that she was humming along with her motion. In that second, she heard the melody she'd been listening to all along. An adagio swirl, that faded swift as realisation into the discord of the streets. Unforgettable, yet forgotten.The blare of a car horn snapped her back to sharp reality, as did the hand that she found clasped around her arm, dragging her back out of the street. The rush of air about the car brought disorientation back, before the vinegar-stink of the man who held her assailed Caitlyn's nose. He released her arm, muttering into his chest as he did so, a large unshaven bear of a man limping in sneakers that couldn't keep out the cold for a second. He took a step backwards, then another alternately making and breaking eye contact, as if unsure of something.</blockquote>