STEPHANIE : N/A

HOUR -4 : 12:00, MONDAY, APRIL 20, 2122

NEW YORK 1 : ROOF 1 : JUMP?

Analyzing the roof far above, I made sure everything was in place.

Vision?

I made a slight adjustment for optimal lighting. Check.

Sound?

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I shrugged. Not much to do about that. In other words, check.

Energy?

I noted my phone’s battery sitting well above 50%. Check.

Energy?

I switched the camera to look back at myself just long enough to confirm my suspicions. I was, in fact, beaming. Unkie Mikey always said I had his favorite smile in the world. Something Auntie-Don’t-Call-Me-Auntie Beth never even suggested. That’s how I knew it was true. And it felt good to look good. I liked looking good. I just wished… Whatever. Stay on target, Steph. In other words… Check.

Completely unable to wait another moment, I waited anyway. And waiting, I stared into my phone for far too many consecutive seconds.

Through to the man in the frame, standing far above. Alone on the edge of a 20-story building in downtown Manhattan.

Then I got bored. Inhaling sharply, I yelled as loud as I could. “DO A FLIP!!!”