She'd forgotten how very windy the passages between cars were.

(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

The tiny passage between the two cars was barely three feet apart.

It was also like stepping into a wind tunnel for someone wearing as little as Fuuka. She shrieked and grabbed her paper-bag bottoms tightly, holding them close to her bare legs as the thin material fluttered around.

She moved in a hurry to reach the other car. She had to get after the thief!

After a nightmarish passing of seconds, she passed through and made it safely into the next car as the doors slammed shut.

Only then did she realize the cost of heading through that hurricane-**** passage.

The windy atmosphere had...