Hot Air Balloon in the Clouds: Genre Undetermined

The wisps of clouds surrounded the balloon and swept through the ropes that tied the basket to the balloon. Their cold and clammy touch made Tammy shiver, and she crouched lower in the basket. Above her, Rob swore and turned up the methane, trying to get the balloon to lift out of the clouds. She hadn't realized it would be so bloody complicated. It was a balloon; how hard could it be? That had been what Rob had told her when he plotted to steal the balloon, and she'd believed him. You turn the nozzle, you go up, and the winds take you away. They both needed to get away from the trap that the city had turned into. Only the rich could afford--

Inspiration: Just a mental picture...a hot air balloon in the clouds.
Story Potential: Low. I don't like this.
Notes: I still want to do something with that image, though. The hot air balloon, the clouds, and then--something. Perhaps with a Victorian slant.