You decide that someone trying to run away probably took the stairs. You hurry into the stairwell and start to climb. You look up, searching for any movement, and think you hear a door close above you. You pick up the pace and try to figure out which floor that way. You're about six floors up when you hear a scream and then suddenly a bunch of people burst into the stairwell, all heading down. You get swept up in the crowd and find yourself back out on the street. You learn that someone jumped off the top of the building. You can't see anything over the heads of the gathered onlookers, not that you want to. You turn away to walk in the opposite direction, foot kicking a red baseball cap on the street. You make your way back home, figuring you can call your boss to say you won't be in and then maybe call the cops about helping to find your laptop. Or just drink and try to pretend you entire life wasn't on that machine. You open the door to your apartment with a lot less energy than you had when you left it.
