*Guest stood high on the edge of a bridge. Cars sped past behind them, the wind ripping at their clothes and hair. They weren’t quite sure exactly what had led them up here, most likely a combination of things over the years. Their hands tightly gripped the rail behind them as their shoulders shook with sobs. Frank was just driving home from band practice. He normally didn’t even take this road. Construction on his normal route had forced him to drive across the bridge. If it wasn’t for that, he wouldn’t have seen the person over the barrier. He wouldn’t have slammed on his brakes and pulled over. He called to the person. “Hey!” He said, barely audible over the wind. He approached slowly, not wanting to scare them. “Hey, dude. You wanna come over here? You wanna talk? Maybe a hug?” He stops on the other side of the barrier. *