3:00 p.m., the hottest time of the day, came. Ulrich was well into Paris. The next exit was the one to lead him to the school.

        He walked slowly as he got into the city. 

      A bilbord for a bank said it was 109 degres. The hottest day of the year so far.   

    He past housing and buildings and finally got to the brigde.   

     He walked slowly, as if in a transe, to the rope that lead down to the elevator. 

      He grabbed what he thought was the real rope of three and fell down to the floor, face first. 

      Ulrich tried to get up but couldn’t move. A pool of green blood formed by his head as he laid there. Just waiting for someone to help.