One brief moment later, it would appear he can. The wind whips at your face as you spin down each story, catching a few glimpses of the faces inside, watching you plummet to your demise. Each is smiling widely, with eyes even wider. Do your eyes deceive you? Is this a harsh truth you behold? Or simply a reflection of your inner feelings toward the company? An illusion caused by the adrenaline and the coming to terms with your own end?

The pavement cuts your train of thought short.