Mad Libs: In setting the scene, where will your character go?

For a moment, I confess in the icy tunnels of underground New York City:

When you want to change you’re niche because of (enter justification here).

Rails run over steel, wind pulls at the walls, shaking the ground. You watch your footing, faster, sliding through bodies that became translucent because your focus is on the sliding doors…shutting doors.

(Enter genre here.)

Thirty thousand feet below. Sixty hundred pixels, layered photos. I zoom in and faces stare up at me. The glass moved forward, and we lay on it, becoming something of another creature with less gravity enrolling us.

Do the butterflies wonder why the cars go by so fast? Zigzagging vehicles honking below the glass? Can you imagine?

(Insert a wish here, a wrenching, longing wish).

Maybe this isn’t fair. Well, it isn’t fair. I can’t pinpoint what isn’t fair. It just isn’t fair. (Insert emotional jargon and realistic response here). The glass moves downward, you jilt a bit forward and realize something has changed.

(Enter plot twist here).