Thanks Angel; I really appreciate the work you put into your review, and I'll use it, but I've decided to work on this part and the rest for awhile, and so I've deleted this version.
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Snow blanketed the streets of Chicago, transforming the big city into something that would make anyone take notice. It deceptively covered the ice, which could disable a careless pedestrian in fifteen seconds. Under the mellow glow of streetlights, a young man stumbled out of a pub. Though lacking a coat, the freezing cold did not seem to bother Jack. He wandered the pavement, feeling alone despite the five other bodies on the street, and watched the sky begin to lighten.
In all of the many nights spent wandering the city, drunk and alone, he had never hallucinated, so he squinted his eyes to make sure that he was seeing right. In front of him, a great cloud of rose-colored dust was rising from the asphalt, spinning faster and faster, and forming a small tornado.
None of the pedestrians hurrying along the street paid the curious scene any attention.