The iron was hard against my bare palms, but I knew I had to hold on; you know how they say : ‘Is it a matter of life and/or death?’ Well, THIS is one of those situations!

All the action made adrenaline pump through my system, urging me to hold on no matter what happened – even if the Korean black ops burst through that door at this moment, I’d still be stuck to his rail!

Above me, the rain disintegrated into a rainbow, which would be much appreciated if I wasn’t hanging for dear life.

My shoes were slipping off my feet from the pull of gravity; I was starting to get scared.

A faint smell of coffee reached my nose, and I inhaled it, forgetting for a moment where I was and what I was actually doing. He was here.

“Liza, let go!” a voice below me shouted. I turned my head over my shoulder, looking like a disgruntled owl.

“Are you crazy?! Why the hell would I let go?!”

“Because you supposedly trust me!”

“Yeah, and carpets fly!” I yelled.

You’ll pay for this if you don’t catch me.

And I let go.