Jason peeked over the wall. Rationally, he knew that the pavement lay two stories down, less than thirty feet away, and that he couldn't hope to climb the barricade of cemented bricks that came to his chin, much less fall over it. However, the ground receded away, turning the street below into the Grand Canyon, and his stomach flipped at the sight of the precipitous drop. Swallowing hard, he tried to suppress his panic by grasping at the wall in slow, measured pulses. One... two... Surely he could make it to five seconds...
He spun, dropped to his knees, and splattered his lunch across rooftop. Not this time.