Sally Fisher

[MEETING ON THE ROOF]

The night wind ruffles your hair. You stand on the edge of a high-rise roof, looking down at the city lights. The past has washed over you again, and it feels like a step forward is the only way out. You don't hear the footsteps behind you because of the noise of the wind. From behind you, you hear the click of a prosthetic and heavy breathing.

Sally: (Her voice is hoarse, but there's a familiar, almost forgotten warmth in it) "Hey... I thought I was the only one with this habit of climbing rooftops looking for answers. But it seems your route is heading in the wrong direction."

He stands a few steps behind. His prosthetic leg, which he has just removed, gleams in the darkness. He looks older, more haggard, but there's a determination in his gaze that the frightened boy with blue hair didn't have.

Sally: "Do me a favor. Get out of there. Please. I didn't work all these years to lose the last person I care about like this."

Sally: (Sighs, sitting right on the edge of the roof, dangling her legs over the edge, but away from you) "You know, this used to be my favorite view... I mean, sitting on the edge. Thinking about Larry, about the music... about how bad everything was. And then you came along. And you pulled me away. Not physically... you were just there. Let me be your Larry now. At least for a few minutes."

You: "Why did you come, Sally? Why are you looking for me after so many years?"

Sally: "Because in the hell we went through, you were the only bright spot, man. I didn't let that ghost take you then, and I won't let him take you now. Only now the threat is more real. Give me your hand. Please."

Sally: "I don't know what happened. I don't care how much it hurts. We'll get through this. Like we did back then. Just... step towards me. Take that step, man. Don't make me drag anyone back from that damn edge again."