Richard and Jane strolled through a plaza while drinking their morning coffee.

"Richard, let's walk more."

"Alright, Jane, but remember the alert."

"Alert? I didn't bring mine."

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"You what? Jane, it starts at 8, and it's 7:58 now. We'll never make it."

A voice echoed—"Warning AQ hazard, put on your respirators now."

"Jane, use mine."

"Richard, you can't. The Wires."

They came out in droves—nearly invisible, snake-like, slithering, screeching.

"Jane, go home!"

Richard fought as they crawled up his legs, covering his entire body.

"Oh, no!" He uttered a muffled scream.

Richard, encapsulated, awaited the alert to end.