The Lake Street elevated train rumbled overhead – the day had begun. It was 10:30 am, and she had already thrown up twice. She tried to convince herself it wasn't morning sickness but was coming to the realization it was not the flu either.
Alone and desolate after his partner of many years left him, Charlie went to the Golden Gate Bridge to end the pain. But to his astonishment, a figure in dark clothing mounted the railing Charlie was standing on and cheerfully greeted him, "Hi."