It's September 11th 2001 and I am in an office alone day dreaming when a sudden jolt through the building snaps me back to reality. I approach the door and it's jammed. The realization that I am trapped starts to let fear enter my mind, but I reassure myself that someone, anyone will save me. Smoke beings creep in from under the door. As the smoke begins to fill the room I reassure myself that somebody is going to save me how could they not. In manner of mere moments smoke and heat begin to over come me and somehow I manage to break the glass. Intuitively I know that somewhere in other parts of the building I know other people must be jumping but I don't see them. As I peer down at my only viable path to end this nightmare I am overcome by the sheer drop I can't bring myself to jump. Despite all indications to the contrary I cling to the notion that if I don't jump just yet somebody might come and save me. But all of the sudden I realize I am burning alive. 