“You’ve got the floating thing down already,” Brody said from beside him.
“I jumped,” Daw retorted.
“Look down.”
Daw did. The roof was two feet beneath him. He willed himself to go down and did. Glancing at the parapet, he was relieved to see his pack was still there. Of course what he’d feared would happen did. When he went over and tried to pick it up his hand went through it. “Guess the next guy up here’s going to get lucky and add to his wardrobe, for what that’s worth,” he muttered.
“The clothes you’ve got in there won’t do you any good, anyway,” Brody said. “You can’t change what you were wearing when you died.”
Daw looked down at his well-worn jeans and T-shirt and grimaced. Then he barely smiled. “Good thing I didn’t decide to sleep in just my briefs, because of the heat.”
“It could be worse. Kurt was nude when he died.”
“Ouch. Umm, who’s Kurt?”