Hayley's husband had made what would prove to be a fatal mistake; he'd used the joint account to book his trip to Paris with. When Hayley saw the booking appear in her e-mail she said nothing, thinking it was going to be a surprise trip for her. But time went by and he said nothing, then announced he had an emergency at work and would likely be gone a few days to fix it. Hayley worked out immediately what was going on.
Overnight Hayley's anger festered in her. It slowly manifested itself by making her grow. It was just a few inches at first - but when she read the booking again and saw it included a romantic experience event at the Eiffel tower her anger grew exponentially - and so did she.
It took her a few minutes for Hayley to realise she was now looking down on the English landscape, her house now a small pile of rubble around her feet. She marched south towards France in her rage. On her way she commandeered a textile factory on the coast and demanded they make her a giant dress that would show her husband what he was missing out on.
Crossing the channel was easy for her at her new size, she was able to wade most of the way. The cold water didn't put a single dent in her sizzling temper. It didn't take her long to reach Paris with her huge strides. She bent over and checked one of the city's tiny clock towers and was pleased to see she had made it in time to ruin her husband's romantic experience.
As she strode towards the Eiffel tower she could already hear the shrieking of some bimbo at the top. Hayley had been planning a stern lecture but that shrill voice pissed her off further, she decided her husband needed a good slap instead.
It was a shame the tower would have to bear the brunt of her mighty hand - but she was too angry to care about some lump of French architecture.
Meta: When looking for a good Hayley Atwell shot I came across this one, its great as she looks so angry in it (I don't think she was though - I think the photographer caught her off guard as she was walking off). I knew I wanted her to be angrily looking at the top of something. I chose the Eiffel tower because of how British she is, it'd make sense her anger would be directed at the French... just kidding, its just an easy landmark to collage around.
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