Weeks had passed since Whitney's death. Bitsy was still struggling to adjust to this new reality she was in. God did she wish Whitney was still here, that she could just magically come back and tell her what would happen next and that everything would be okay. Alas, it was not to be.

She was going to have to spend the rest of her life living with the awful things she'd done to people and the awful things she would be doing. Tearing Central Park down was still on her mind. It was always on her mind. Yet, at the same time, she couldn't bear to live in a world without Whitney. Everything just about sucked, and there was nothing she could do about it... nothing she could do except end it all. After all, where was the joy in tearing down Central Park when her best friend wouldn't be around to see it? Where was the joy in developing new property over a strip of land that was infested with rats and weeds? Where was the joy in raking in all the property money once the Central Park deal was finalized?

Bitsy had to think over how effectively she could kill herself. After all, this was a life-altering decision, and it was not to be taken lightly. Over and over, she weighed her options until she found one that would get people's attention and surely send the people she'd been funding for her Central Park scheme into mourning. She knew what to do.

Three months after Whitney's death, but just before the first day of summer was to commence, Bitsy came up with a plan. She was going to jump off the balcony that overlooked Central Park, that wretched good-for-nothing strip of land, and fall ten stories to her death. Not exactly the most glamorous way to go, but it was certainly better than nothing. It certainly beat having to celebrate her 74th birthday next May. She never liked celebrating her birthday anyway, so it wouldn't be a huge loss.

So now there she was, climbing onto the railing of her balcony after having just gulped down another daiquiri. Her eyes briefly glanced all the way down to the ground once she reached the top. Could she actually go through with this? She took a deep breath. Yes. Yes, she could go through with this.

At that moment, Helen walked in to inform her that another roadblock in the Central Park scheme had popped up and that they needed to get it sorted out soon.

"If we're really going to fix this, we need to..." Helen stopped short of what she was about to tell Bitsy upon seeing her standing on the balcony railing. "Uh... Bitsy, what are you doing?"

"Getting ready to kill myself."

Helen was somewhat taken aback by this response. "What?"

"You heard me. I'm going to jump off this balcony to my death, and there's nothing you can do to change my mind."

"Are you crazy?" Helen wanted to raise her voice, but was afraid of Bitsy's reaction. "I know you've been taking Whitney's death badly, but this is not the way to deal with that. She wouldn't want you to take your own life."

"Oh yeah? And how would you know, smartass? Did she tell you from beyond the grave?"

Helen struggled to rein in her emotions. "Bitsy, please... don't do this. Think about Shampagne. I don't think he could live without you."

"Helen, we've talked about this already. He'll be fine when I'm gone, more than that actually. He'll have plenty of people to wait on him hand-and-foot, including you."

"I'm talking emotionally."

"That's why we have the doggy shrink."

"Bitsy, it's not too late. You can get off from there and try coping in a different way."

"Can you just stop? I've already made up my mind. Now leave me alone and let me die."

Not knowing what else to do, Helen proceeded to call 911 and explain everything to the operator on the other line. Much as she wanted Bitsy's money, there was no way she was going to let her take her own life, especially not like this.


Maya wasn't quite sure what to make of it at first when she heard someone knocking on her door. Ever the cautious one, she got up and trudged over to the living room door to answer.

"Who is it?" Maya called out through the door.

"We're with the New York City Police," answered a disembodied voice on the other side.

Maya proceeded to open the door just so she could confirm that, then tried to mask the worry that started to envelope her. "Everything alright, officers?"

The first officer just shook his head. "No, ma'am. Your ex-girlfriend Helen notified us that her boss was dead-set on committing suicide."

Maya couldn't help but get an awful feeling in the pit in her stomach. "Oh God, really?"

"'Fraid so, ma'am," the second officer replied. "We're gonna have to ask that you come down with us. Maybe you could help us talk her out of it."

Oh God, this couldn't be happening, could it? Maya knew Bitsy hadn't been taking Whitney's death very well, but she hadn't imagined that the woman would actually try to take her own life over the tragedy. She hoped that somehow she could talk her out of making a terrible mistake.


Sure enough, Maya could see Bitsy standing right there on the balcony railing. It wasn't long before other people joined her. Goldie met up with Maya after the latter had explained the situation; while Abby, Spinel, and Savannah had had police officers visit them and ask them to try to talk the hotel owner out of ending her life.

Savannah was Rabbi Cartman's younger sister, having been born when he was sixteen years old. She was also one of the newest mixologists working at the Brandenham Hotel (and one of the youngest at 24 years old). She had the same mousy brown hair as him, and she had it styled in messy high pigtails without bangs. She also happened to be wearing a white T-shirt depicting the album art from Mariah Carey's "Rainbow" on it with a pair of galaxy-print leggings and black flats.

Savannah had her hands covered over her mouth and nose, and her eyes darted back and forth as she tried to reel herself from the shock of it all. "Holy shit, is she actually going to do this?"

"Oh God, I hope not," Abby replied.

One of the officers present handed Abby a megaphone, which she gladly took.

"Bitsy," Abby began to speak through the megaphone. "Bitsy, can you hear me? Whatever is bothering you... this isn't the answer. Now please come on down. I'm sure we can work this out. I know I didn't leave on the best terms, but I don't want to see you die, okay?"

"Fuck off!" Bitsy yelled from up high. "Why won't you let me die?!"

Abby let the angry outburst wash over her and continued. "Bitsy, please. Look how many people came out here for you. You have to come down. You have so much to live for."

"It's too late for me. My life is pretty much over."

"No, it's not! As long as you're still alive, it will never be too late."

"Oh, Abby, you're such a fool."

Bitsy just plummeted down from the balcony and fell and fell until her body collided with the pavement below.

"Oh my God!" Goldie screamed.

Everyone else proceeded to look on in shock as a police officer prepared to pronounce Bitsy dead on the spot. Before he could do that, though, Bitsy emitted a low groan.

"Oh my God..." the cop muttered. "I don't believe it. It's a miracle!"

Savannah and Abby couldn't believe it, either. How could anyone, let alone Bitsy, have survived falling from ten stories up? It didn't seem possible. No, it shouldn't have been possible.

Now it was Savannah's turn to use the megaphone. "Bitsy, are you still alive?"

It came out muffled, but Savannah could hear her boss responding with, "Yes, I'm still alive! I think my arms might be broken..."

Savannah didn't know how to respond except with, "Don't worry. They should be getting you to a hospital soon. Just stay there."

Once it was said and done, Savannah handed the megaphone back to the officer and got to talking with Spinel and Abby about what they'd just witnessed.

"My mind is a little shaken right now," Abby said as she put her arm around Savannah's shoulders.

"Me too, Abby," Savannah replied. "Me too. I definitely wasn't expecting to see someone try to take their own life. At least it didn't work."

"Uh-huh. I'm not sure how we're gonna process something like that, though."

"Me neither."