Demetri's cheeks blanched when he saw Robby kick Miguel over the rail. He walked zombie-like over to the stairs. He didn't want to look down. As long as he didn't look down, it wouldn't be as bad as he thought, right?

But then, that wasn't how Demetri's mind operated. He was too much of a pessimist not to jump to the worst possible conclusion. And his defeatism did not disappoint him.

He steeled himself and looked down, and his mouth dropped in shock.

"Robby, what did you do?" called out Sam's voice. That was the question on Demetri's mind, too.