The Reason Part 1 It was getting late and I couldn't find Jack. Now, when you're in a nightclub and none of your friends know where Jack Marschall is, you start to worry.
I had a faint idea where he might be, so I headed out to the rooftop. It was even darker up there than inside, and I could see numerous shadows that vaguely resembled people. I could see one particular set of shadows doing something that should be done in a bedroom with the curtains drawn.
He was standing on the edge, gripping the rails with both hands. I could tell by the way he was standing that he'd had too much to drink. I approached him slowly.
No response. A bad sign. I reached him and closed my hand over one of his. He didn't look around. He was panting slightly, and I could smell alcohol on his breath. His eyes were glazed over. I gently prised his hand off the rail.
'Jack, come away from the edge.' Jack didn't move. I looked at his other hand and f