~Amy

       Both Signe and I screamed when Mark completely lost his grip, sending Jack who was holding onto Mark for dear life falling a few feet before Jack thankfully grabbed onto an extended part of the Needle.

I could tell they were saying something to each other, but I couldn't hear what much to my annoyance since they were still dangling twenty feet off the ground.

"Please let them be okay." I heard Signe whisper, tears gathering in her eyes.

Before I could reply to assure her that they'd be fine, Mark's hand slipped free of Jack's, sending him plummeting the rest of the way down.

Immediately I ran over to him, my heart pounding in my ears and breath caught in my throat as I checked his pulse.

It was faint, but still there. I released a soft sigh of relief as I checked him over for broken bones while Jack finished climbing the rest of the way down with his arms, arms straining with effort and sweat rolling down his pale face before he landed safely on the ground with the help of Signe, who then helped him over to Mark.

I lifted Mark's shirt up some, then instantly began to regret it.

I could barely see his torso underneath the large purple bruises that peppered his skin.

"I'm so sorry, I just....." He trailed off, head hung in shame.

"Hey," I gently lifted his chin up with my finger so he was looking me in the eyes.

"You know Mark, he's always trying to be the hero, risking his life instead of anybody else's. Besides, he's strong." I told him, smiling sadly.

Jack smirked back weakly, his gaze darting over to Mark.

"We need to go back home." He sighed as he watched Mark's chest rise and fall.

Mark faded in and out of consciousness as I carried him with the help of Signe while Jack limped behind us, mumbling words under his breath that sounded like lyrics from the song Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

Once we reached the place we called home, Signe and I draped Mark on the couch since we didn't want to risk taking him up stairs for fear of hurting him further.

"We do need to get crutches for Jack." I whispered to Signe.

"I know, but I don't know where to find any." She whispered back.

"I like whispering too." Jack stuck his head between Signe and I.

He was beginning to act more like himself now that he was away from the Needle, yet I could tell that he was still haunted by the memory of the man falling by the look in his eyes.

It wasn't long until Mark was awake again thankfully.

"What did I miss?" He rasped.

"Honestly not much, just getting ready to make dinner." I replied casually with relief flooding through me as I tossed him a plastic water bottle which he caught with one hand and twisted the lid off, finishing the bottle in four large gulps before tossing it at the back of Jack's head, who was standing by Signe.

"Hey!" Jack pouted as the bottle harmlessly bounced off of his head as he turned to glare at Mark accusingly with a playful glint in his eyes, snatching the bottle from the ground and tossing it back.

He ended up missing by several feet, nearly hitting me instead as I ducked out of the way from where I was standing by the stove.

"You're a terrible shot." I remarked with a snort of amusement.

"Shut up." He mumbled pretending to look hurt.

"What's for dinner anyway?" Mark sniffed the air.

"I hadn't started cooking yet!" I giggled.

"I knew that." Mark answered casually, blushing a bit.

"We're having chicken soup again." Signe informed him.

"Although, we're already almost out of food. I think this is our last can of soup, everything else is just fruit and vegetables."

~Jack

After dinner was made and served by Signe and Amy, since there wasn't much else to do, everyone agreed to go ahead and go to bed even though it was only a little after seven according to Mark's phone, this time Mark sleeping on the couch while I went upstairs to the bedroom since it hurt him to walk too much due to the giant bruises.

Instead of sleeping, I tossed and turned, staring up at the ceiling as I thought of the man. Who was he? What happened to him that caused the scars? Why did he kill himself? Why did he bring me up there with him? I had a million questions, but no answers for any of them much to my frustration.

But what I thought most about was when Mark and I nearly fell off of the Needle, when he tore his grip from mine.

He had the same look in his eyes the man did when he fell off of the roof.

So eerily peaceful like he accepted that he was going to die.

I shivered despite the warm blankets I was cocooned in. As I rolled over again, I felt something jab into my hip from my pocket.

I had nearly forgotten I had my phone since I had no signal anymore and little power.

I pulled it out of my pocket, moving it around in my hand with contemplation.

There was something I needed to do.

I quietly got out of bed and opened my nearly dead phone, beginning to record a quick video.

It was hard to keep it brief since there was so much I wanted to say.

Once I finished, I slowly opened the window with a creak, sneaking outside and clambering down the side of the house before wandering aimlessly into the night, wondering what to do from here.