Standing on the corner of real and surreal, she counts the cars as they pass. She is waiting to fly, but she hasn’t got wings. She’s not sure that she will last another day in the rainy city. Her umbrella is worn out.

She won’t be leaving the way she came. She’s seen him here once before, and she knows he wouldn’t leave. He is in love with the city. She is in love with him.

The city is where dreams go to die. He is what she dreams about when she goes to sleep at night. It was a day like this one, but all days are the same in the rainy city.

He climbed the fire escape to get to the roof. He walked right off the edge, the sights and sounds of the city rushing past him. He didn’t fall, he flew straight down.

Closing her eyes, she takes a step out into the street. She doesn’t hear the screams or the scrape and clang of metal. She only hears his soft “hello.”

The rain washes away the stain of her blood, but she is not there to see it. They leave the city together, going somewhere even stranger.