Dan had always pictured the world as paper thin and flimsy, easy to knock over and easy to burn. It practically screamed destruction. One wrong step at the foundation would crack, the support crumble, and everything would topple over right along with it. That skyscrapers were pretty if you admired, but didn't touch.
But he's been standing on top of a burning one for quite sometime now, trying to decide if the stairs were a better option than just jumping and getting it over with. Instead of someone coming to push him over, Phil came and grabbed him by the hand, pulling him towards the stairs.
Of course, juvenile detention awaited him at the bottom of them.
Which is exactly where he is right now--in a building on the opposite side of town filled with people he doesn't know and probably w
