As Alex has made his way to the top of some buisiness building, which by some great luck there was no security around when he came in, none when he went up the building and none now as he stares down the side of the building it all seems way to convienient, what does it matter though, right, just has to be perfect timing to him. He's drunk and going to die what does it matter, why would he even question it its not important right now?It does strike him kind of odd.
We're all human it's understandable to be curious, it's late at night, theres a lot of computers and files and whatnot lying around down in the building yet no one is watching it, why?No one can realy explain whats going on thru our minds especially when we consider killing oursleves and another would'nt understand or remember what going thru thru their mind when they are drunk tired crushed and wanting to kill themselves while in a convienient situation in a really high altitude with no idea what to do next...except fall back hit his head on the buildings side rail and passing out.
A couple hours passes by and Alex is now inside laying on a couch being awaken by the coldness of the coldpack placed on his head by a slightly older gentlemen, well dressed a little gray hair with quite a smirk on his face.
"What's so funny?"Alex asks the man as his smirk turned into a frown and then a smile."You're awake, seeing as how you tried to kill yourself you mess it up and now your awake on a couch trying really hard not show how thankful are that your alive, that is why I am smiling."
"Where are we, and who are you?"Alex asked.
"Calm down, I am Cid, and this is my house."
"Your house, your house what about that big building I went thru and, how did you get up that building im sure someone locked it by the time you..."Cid put his hand up to interrupt him."We are in that building, this is my house."
"Your house...your house?This place looks like a mansion and an office building at the same time how can this be your house Mr.Cid?"
"Whats your name sir?"Cid asks.
"Alex."
"Well Mr Alex, what is it you call the place that you live in every day, that is if you live in a place everyday?"
Holding the icepack on his head now sitting up groggily he replies."Uhhh, my house."
"Well Alex, welcome to my house.Do you wish to tell me why you tried to kill yourself or do I have to read your mind like an open, drunk book?"
Alex thinks about it while looking around, finally he hands over the icepack to Cid smiles and replies."How about I just pass back out instead and you try to figure it out yourself, if you want the truth though let me stay here tonight while im trying to dream of a better human trap."