...and while the heart skipped a beat, one understood that it was not about to live life as decent as possible or even to succeed while living it - but to continue to be. This moment came to everyone who was involved in such horrors. It might come as a loud scream from an excited imagination or a blast from the lips dry from fear - but at some point it always came to one when a cold hand clutched at your heart, and you stood on a ledge, all alone, staring down of a bottomless pit...