For quite a while now you were starting to experience sudden surges of distress, unrest and depression during the days. It was as if something was corrupting your mind and this feeling wasn't helping at all. It soon led you to where you were now standing. A high building above the city streets. As if your head was empty you eventually took the step forward. The wind heavily swirling around you, the ground quickly getting nearer. But there was no fall and as if something snapped, you felt more conscious now. And with it you felt a light hold on your body.

Why are you doing this? A soft voice was spoke from a man whose arms were keeping you above the ground, without even his feet touching it. His blue eyes were gazing into yours with a hint of desperation and sadness. Am I doing something wrong?