Susan remembered when getting on a plane was exciting, when it held the promise of a new experience, the adventure of air travel and the glamour of feeling like a jet setter. She remembered how her mother would always make her dress up for flying, how she used to get her own set of little gold wings and a tour of the cockpit, how consuming mass quantities of food, drinks and movies were the things that made her feel undeniably adult. The phrase, “I’ll have another Coke please,” emboldening her like the rally cry of the Roman legion within her soul.

Now Susan was just a girl on a bridge.