It was bright and airy with one wall made up of solid windows and Berber carpeted floors. I had no idea where we were or what the place was. All I knew was that we were really high up and in the middle of an unfamiliar, large city. I scooted closer to the solid wall as my incredibly debilitating fear of heights I’d long since forgotten in my death plummeted me, causing my knees to quiver. “Nice view,” Val said as she stepped to the windowed wall and gazed out. “What is this place?” I wondered as I glanced around at the generic art hanging on the walls that gave away nothing about our location. Jet walked ahead of me, scoping out the eerily silent hallway. “I don’t know, but we’re definitely in the middle of New York City.” “How can you tell?” I asked, wondering how he could be so sure. Jet pointed to something in the distance beyond the windowed wall.
