A forest of lit skyscrapers opened up before the window. “I can’t believe your view.”

Austin handed a freshly-poured cocktail to Jay. “My only compensation for long hours in the trenches.

“Just look at it,” Jay said, staring out the window as he absently swirled his drink. “This city…it’s gorgeous. All laid out at night…it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen, but I’ve stopped looking.”

“Like something out of a storybook, huh?” Austin poured himself a scotch.

“It’s not that kind of beauty. It’s a dangerous, sinister, alluring thing…a dozen unhappy stories for every one that turns out right, all under the same skyline.”

Austin cocked an eyebrow. “Your point?”

Jay took a sip from his glass, never breaking his gaze. “It’s a that city cries for a better story than ours to take place within it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Austin said, setting his glass down with a sharp clink.

“It’s something I’ve been thinking for awhile. In the face of such possibilities, how can we manage to fill the hours with the same rat race people are running everywhere else?”