Something pushed her feet behind, buckling her legs, and she looked around; another canister was moving across to take this space. If she lay here, she would be dead in moments. Alice pulled herself to her knees then stood, filth dripping onto her feet. To her left, a short alley had opened, revealing Manhattan’s gray silhouette in the distance. She limped through to pale silver daylight; a cold wind heavy with snow found her wet clothes. She shivered uncontrollably.