When Kevin disembarked, he stood for a while in the parking lot. Then he walked out onto the span, looking for a good spot to jump, where he wouldn't hit a pillar on the way down. The sun was breaking through the fog, creating a hazy, golden light. He was crying as he walked. A female police officer on a bicycle passed him without stopping, and then two bridge workers in buggies. Kevin's voices were insistent now: "You have to die!" He thought if only somebody would show he or she cared, he wouldn't jump. Just then, he was approached by a glamorous woman wearing huge sunglasses. "It's OK!" he thought. "She cares."
The woman held out a camera and in a German accent asked him to take her picture. She ignored his tears. When she walked away, Kevin turned, took three running steps, and plunged toward the green, calm water.