The woman climbed onto the ledge outside her window. She was wearing a nightgown and looked like an angel, or fairy. For a brief moment, the palms of her hands met in front of her heart before spreading into wings as she fell forward into space. The nightgown fluttered as her soft body fell quietly through the air and then bounced, the way limp dolls do when they fall, a small hiccup and then stillness. What a waste. And, how stupid of her to jump without knowing how to land; maybe she thought Tinker Bell would catch her. Fairytale, dummy.