*Lloyd stood atop a roof, holding a bottle of wine in his hands. It was night time, and the wind blew his hair. He looked over the roof and down at the streets. *

He couldn’t help but think about his life and all the ones he had lost. He especially couldn’t shake the thought of one day losing you. Tears were in his eyes as he sat there still.

You eventually realize he’s been gone for too long and rush out to find him. You see him sitting on the edge of the roof.