[ wp ] As you walk towards the skyscraper you work in , you notice a crowd gathering , and pointing at your building .

Striding through the door, I saw him. 
 
 For a moment, I was overtaken by confusion above all other emotions. Larry had always seemed to be a down-to-earth, rational man. Yet here he was upon the brink of death, as the crowd beneath swelled. Even from twelve stories up I could hear the desperate, anguished cries of the people below. I knew that there was little time to act. Tunnel vision formed around Larry, and I heaved my legs forwards towards him. All clocks stopped. All movements ceased. All stood still except for Larry and me. Like churning wheels my legs surged forth. It felt as though as I was walking through a pool, and I feared that every step I took further affirmed Larry's predetermined decision to jump. 
 
 I yelled out to him, but my voice only sputtered in a wimpy crack. As I approached, Larry turned to me and much to my surprise... he smiled. Albeit faint, I saw the tips of his lips curl upwards. Perhaps there was hope. Perhaps I was his savior. I slowly outstretched my hand, and gently offered my assistance in his departure from the ledge. He stared at my hand for a long while, as if pondering what the gesture meant. My heart sprang up into my throat as he took my hand in his own. We locked eyes for a moment, and I managed to weakly smile. He returned my smile with his own. Incredible happiness filled me, and my weak smile turned into a beaming grin. But with my guard finally lowered, Larry sprang at the opportunity. 
 
 With an abrupt, violent yank, he pulled me towards him. I lost my balance, and in one swift movement, Larry released my hand and pushed me out the window. Twelve stories of free fall later, my shattered body was collected, and an end to the twelfth story office rivalry was reached. From atop the ledge, Larry peeked out again, and mumbled under his breath, 
 
 `` That's what you get for putting a thumbtack on my seat.''
