You wait for your ankles to be grabbed and for you to be tipped into the floodwaters. When, after a while, it doesn’t happen, you turn around and face him.
“What do you want from me?” you say, barely more than a whisper. “What do you want?” Then louder. “Tell me what you want? Do you want me to jump? Do you?”
Then it hits you with all the force of a train. The other security guard. He jumped. He jumped and died. This happened to him. This all happened to him, every last bit of it. He tried to stay alive all night, and in the end he couldn’t take it, and he jumped. This is what it comes down to. ‘Davy’ can’t kill you. Only you can kill you.
There is no flood. There is no flood at all. This thing – this isn’t Davy. None of this is real. “I don’t have to jump. I’m not going to jump.” You slide down onto the roof and stare up at the figure, who continues to stare down at you.