They glitter in the stark silence that is only interrupted by the occasional wailing Watch sirens. Up here on the roof, I’m alone. Well, as alone as I can be with two guards following me around. Because it is the middle of the night, though, they prop themselves against the door that leads back down into the Institution and only half pay attention to me as I stand by the ledge, glancing over the City. The memory of my Vision and what we saw on the television continues to flutter through my mind. Every time I remember the boy dropping down on the bridge, my heart sinks deeper into my chest, so far I’m sure it is sitting somewhere by my stomach. I could have done something to help him, right? I could have gone out there to look for him. I could have done something to help him. But I didn’t. None of us did. All we did was sit there and watch him perish like he was some fictional character in a television show. I wrap my arms around my chest, hugging myself against the brisk night wind.
