It feels like she's walking through jelly. Not actually unpleasant, but distinctly unnatural. Before she knows it, she pushes her way out, into the same alleyway stretching before her.
The cats follow closely behind. Fiona laughs when they shake themselves, as cats do. It looks too comical when they're in their human form: two beautiful women shuddering in a minor fit.
The breeze is stronger now, and it carries the aroma of roasting meat. There are faint sounds too, a busy street somewhere in the distance.
Fiona is surprised to find her clothes have changed too: her shirt and jeans have become an elegant, fitted linen suit.
