She was familiar with looming grey skies, a mugginess that clung to her fur and clothes. When she found herself caught in the rain outside Robotropolis for the first time though, she had to stop and appreciate it. The wet brightened the world, a light refreshing sprinkle so different than the oppressive black acid she knew back home. Amy breathed in deeply, detecting the floral notes around her as she made her way away from the city and hopefully, towards Knothole. It smelled of freedom.

(Written from an AU where Amy is a spy for the doctor and the first organic-passing Metallix unit.)