I hung up and looked down at John. My best friend, the man who's saved my life.

The man I was about to die for.

I looked up at the sky and whispered "Please, forgive me for everything. I hope I've pleased you."

John may scoff at me when I say I've never believe in a god, but the truth is, I really, really, do. I just can't tell him that. Could you see the press if word got out?


Jumping takes longer than you think. When you're falling, you've got an eternity to think. But here and now-when the moment was finally coming closer to me, like the impending pavement-I couldn't think of what to think about. But maybe that's because I didn't get to think as long as someone who actually died would.

Something hit me mid air. Something hard. It came at me with the same force as a cannonball, but hey, I can't complain. It saved my life. I barreled into the bushes, immediately sitting up and looking around for the object which had hit me. I found nothing. Interesting. I would investigate later. Now, I had to run.

With pleasure, I saw that John had been hit by a bike. That was just enough time for me to run and dive, scraping up my forehead. The building had been lodged in an alleyway, so nobody was there, but it was close.

They believed it. They actually believed I was dead. He believed it. And the only person who had to know was Molly. It was genius!

If only I could someday meet the person who pulled it off.