Standing on the ledge, it seemed so surreal to him. It was like an out of body experience. He couldn't remember deciding to go to the roof. He certainly didn't remember deciding to do what he was about to do. It was almost humorous how much it felt like an out of body experience, almost. He looked down at his clothes and thought of all the different things he could have worn for this. It's odd the details that come into your mind in times of crisis and stress. I guess the devil really is in the details. He was also in every vice that led him to this point. He looked down at his watch out of habit and realized it was midnight. Technically a new day had started. Maybe he could come back here tonight, if things were as bad as they were yesterday.