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His foot hits the railing and he makes his leap of faith, jumping out into nothing and the everything that waits beyond. A dizzying rush (anticipation and joy), how the ground lurches up to meet him – the snap of a moment (cold sick realisation) – it's all going wrong. Making contact with (slamming into) the pavement, shattering, drowning in pain and blood and more pain.
Sam jerks wakes, screams: the way he'd wanted to all those long minutes he'd lived while his dream-body died. Choices made, consequences damned. In the dark of the night, there really is no taking it back.