After looking for a good while, Flossie Wright finally discerned her current location.
"Put me down."
She rubbed her temples and said in a low voice.
She was not yet fully awake.
But, it was time for her to take action.
Glenn Hutchinson stopped in his tracks, tilted his head to look at Flossie Wright a few times, and ultimately complied with her request, setting her down.
She landed steadily.
Flossie Wright moved her ankles.
"What time is it?"
She tilted the brim of her hat slightly and took a step forward, asking Glenn Hutchinson.
With a blast of the cold wind, she became completely alert.
"Not yet seven."
Glancing at his watch, Glenn Hutchinson replied indifferently.
He turned to the side, looking at Flossie Wright.
The cold wind swept through, blowing up the hem of the coat on her shoulder, tracing a turbulent arc in the air.
In a moment of distraction, the coat slipped off her shoulder.
Blown fiercely backward.
