You sat in the dark, looking out at the city that stretched out
below you a cold breeze tussled your hair. You were in an old sweatshirt, the
sleeves covering your hands, your favorite sweatpants kept you warm as you sat
on the balcony lost in your own mind. The man at the party, the man in the
building, from your memories, he was all you could think about since he was
standing in front of you. How he got into The Tower, your safe place, this was
the teams home.