I ran and jumped. The window was not there, never had been. I soared through the place where it might have been, where it may have stopped me, and sailed out into open air.
No, not completely open.
Other noise squeezed in around the roar of the wind rushing past my ears. The air was full of it, of cars, voices, sirens, food, road, bustle. So much noise in that tiny space. And all of it filling my ears as I fell. How did we ever come up with so much damn noise?