As Frank sat there staring out the window and reflecting on the shambles his once promising life had become, he imagined himself climbing up onto the window sill and stepping out onto the ledge. He wondered what it would be like to take that final step into the nothingness below his third floor walk-up window. What would his friends think then? Nothing of course, he realized, for he had no friends. In fact he never had any friends. He looked once more to the window and sighed. He could not and would not ever go through with it. Perhaps he would just get up and walk away from it all. But no, he could not do that either, for he was only a chair.