Being smaller than dust, Alex's low terminal velocity sent her on a gentle descent. Alan's shoulder towered above her like a distant sloping mountain. Alan's shirt appeared as a sprawling jungle of fibers and threads that seemed to never end as her gradual fall continued. Even though her descent wasn't fast, Alex wasn't pleased by the sudden loss of control over the situation. She wanted to get back to her safe perch on Alan's shoulder right now.
"Alan!" she cried out, "Aaallaaaaan! I need your help!"
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