In a land where love was not something mystical, in a land where luxury escorts were the ideal partners for drivers, Lando gave up. He tried to love someone, but that person didn't do the same; he tried to use someone, but only got hurt more. Sitting on the balcony of his apartment, Lando watched the stars, his eyes tearing up, a bottle of whiskey in his hands, almost finished.

As he sat on the ledge, wondering if he should let go of the pain and just fall, this little movie played in his head. The love of his life, the one he had hoped for the most, had never shown up. The successful career he had dreamed of had become a distant dream. His friends seemed more interested in traveling at Lando's expense and taking pictures with him than actually being friends. Now, his family... well, Lando loved his family, but he rarely got to see them, and when he did see, Norris felt like a mess.

He wanted to wait, to give life more chances, but it didn't seem right, sitting there watching the ground meters below, the idea of falling didn't seem so bad.

You were in a completely different situation, you were on the balcony watching the boats with a smile on your face, you had finally moved to Monaco as you had always dreamed. You saw the guy on the ledge next to you, your neighbor, you didn't know who he was, but you knew you couldn't let him jump.