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were wanted the Altonevers over.”
    “ And your eyes are brown I
see, but they read so easily as green,” he replies and she peeks wearily, weak kneed over the
edge.
    “ You see the yellow and
black glowy thing?” he asks.
    “ You mean the subway
sign?”
    “ Right, try to hit that and
roll in. Not too hard or you may break something. Just tuck and
roll, and hope for the best,” he says.
    “ Nope, I'm not doing that,”
she insists with shaking head and arms folded.
    “ You got a better
idea?”
    “ No!” she cries
hysterically “no, no I, I can't, we’ll die.”
    “ Maybe, yeah maybe, but, we
definitely will die if we don’t. so chin up Carrots, the only way
to live is to fall.”
    “ To our deaths, or
definitely die.”
    “ That's out of our hands
after we leap, right, so relax. The best we can do is try to live,”
he says.
    She stands tense, in disbelief of his
disregard for the danger they're currently in.
    “ Listen, I can get you
home, okay,” he says,. already adoring her smile, and wanting to
tame the tearful tides of her eyes.
    “ How? it's all...that
doesn't make any sense.”
    “ Neither does any of this,
but it's happening anyway,” he says, watching intently, and
enjoying the elation wash over her face.
    “ You, really can? get be
back here? If the impossible is happening then why not happen
again, in another way, any way, right?” she says through
sniffles.
    “ Of course! We can always
find our way back through the infiniteness of the Altonevers,” he
says consolingly, convincingly as though to talk her off a
ledge.
    “ Ready?” he asks. She retreats to herself, seeking her own in inner
silence. Thinking of nothing, not her own bad habits or the daily
routine of her soul dulling job, or mundane life's anxieties. Not
the minor triumphs or self loathsome failures of a life without
aspiration. Not of living check to check, or vicariously living a
life worth living only in her daydreams. Not her foster parents,
dead mother or missing father not missing her. Not of her
impatience and unreliability to even herself. Her mind is devoid of
thought, as deep as the void pursuing her. Her existence is
soundless for seconds, before realizing
she must plunge to her life, and accept she has no choice in the
matter. With surging breast and primal passion of survival pulsing
through her veins, she thinks of wanting to be free, free from
alarm clocks, free to live an adventure as her own life. She stands
straight with toe’s teetering a city block over the subways stairs
sinking into the sidewalk, and a mile over an ascending avalanche
of sublimating matter.
    “ Okay,” she
sighs.
    “ You’re ready this time?”
he asks. His hand is steady when near death, he thrives in the
adrenaline of fear, it being the only thing that makes him feel as
though he's alive, among the living. Enamored as he watches her
expression shift from soft and horrified to tempered as steel.
‘She’s ready’ he thinks, while feeling pins and needles stinging
again at his empathy, as worry for someone other than
himself.
    “ Yes! I'm ready!” she
shouts triumphantly. To die, or live, she asks of herself. He
reaches for her hand, she pulls away.
    “ Don't think about how much
it's gonna hurt, alright. Forget about broken bones or split
organs, and really don’t think about spinal injuries, alright?
Great, break a leg, actually don’t, tuck and roll, wait, run
first,” he says.
    “ Stop it,” she
says.
    “ No, we have to
go”
    “ Talking about how much
it'll hurt,” she says leaning over the ledge, entranced and
enraptured in a sense of relief by the sight of the yellow glowing
entrance.
    “ Whoa,” she says seeing
through her fear for just a moment, long enough to embrace the
majesty in the magnitude of the dematerializing
metropolis.
    “ I know, it's what I came
for,” he says.
    “ No, that we're free,
completely free of...everything,” she says. “Compelling, but now’s
not the time, or it is the