Falling. I was falling through air, about to crash into the ground. Then, like a marionette, I was yanked back from this suicide. I bolted upright in bed, panting. It was a dream. Maybe it wasn't. Either way, my alarm clock pulled me back into reality. I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen. A cold breeze floated through the kitchen. I shivered. No sign of my roommate waking up. Then, one figure noticed me and told his friends. They all looked at me and asked: