Corey had us pick a narrative genre--I tried Steampunk, and Lee said it was OK.

She stumbled down the dark alley, gasping for breath.  Her full heavy skirt was soaked with rain and her boots were muddy from running through the cemetery over fresh graves.  The rain poured down the sides of the buildings in sheets, pooling at her feet, creating a river of filth and debris down the narrow passage.  She pulled out her pendant and pushed a small button on the side.  Gears clicked and whirred as it transformed itself into an intricate mechanical bird, wings spread.  she unclipped it from the heavy chain around her neck.  "Home." she whispered.  The mechanical bird chirped and flew down the alley, dodging fire escapes as it went.  she followed quickly, tracking the bird's path as she held her head up to the rain.