My wife crawls onto a balcony without a railing. She leans forward, loses her balance, jumps, and falls headfirst into the depths. Although it terrifies me and feels unbearable, I lean forward to watch exactly how she falls. I hope she has gathered enough momentum not to hit the ground but to fall into water. I am prepared to witness her death.

R. and C. are lying on the ground. My wife counts down the start of a race. R. cannot move his arm, and I help him put on a cap. C. gets up too early and has to lie down again.