When the chopper moved away, he lay still on the roof, ignored by the crowd. The helicopter flew toward Pranthi's building and the roofers followed. The railing stopped them, but the push of people in the back crushed the front row against the rail. Their faces should have twisted in pain. They ought to have been screaming for the push to stop. Instead they reached toward the helicopter with the rest.
The railing couldn't take the weight of the crowd. When it pulled up from the roof the mass of people surged forward and over the edge. Falling roofers still smiled and reached for the sky. Even when the pressure was off, people kept going over the edge, as if they would be the ones to defy gravity.
The news chopper flew closer to their building.
Run, climb, jump.
The need in her increase
