"And this is the end... this is the end... of the wo-r-ld.... of the wo-r-ld..." Claire sang quietly under her breath as her iPod blasted into her ears at full volume, almost deafening her, but to be quite frank it was definitely worth it for a song as epic as Apocalypse Please. Yawning from the usual lack of sleep, Claire had found herself in New York for the second time this week, and she rolled her eyes. Next time she was so going to book herself a hotel and save herself petrol money. Was it her, or was everything more expensive in New York? Especially the essentials, like food, drinks, petrol, and clothes. Claire sighed. She so needed to get a Saturday job. If her parents hadn't left all of their money to her in their will, she'd never have made it past the Texas border. The furthest she'd ever been apart from New York was Midland. The family were headed to Connecticut, but the car had broken down after only three hours of driving. Claire laughed at the memories of her dad giving the car evil looks as his glasses frosted up in the cold winter air. Most people would have shouted and sworn, but face it, that just wasn't Noah Bennet's style. Climbing up the last couple of stairs, not even knowing where she was, Claire reached the top of the building, and gasped. All she'd done was walk past Times Square and down a side-road, and suddenly she found herself with a totally new perspective of the city. It was suddenly a lot more beautiful than before, if that was possible, its commercialism lost in a single moment. Claire reached the edge of the rooftop, and peered over the side, and down to the world below.

Where the hell am I, anyway? thought Claire after getting over the beauty of the place. Looking around for any kind of sign, Claire sighed as the playlist she was listening to ended. Walking around, Claire hit the Menu button on her iPod and let the playlist full of pure musical genius fill her ears again, and smiled happily when she heard the first chords of Losing My Religion, and she whistled the tune quietly, grinning. Dancing a little, although the song was barely dance-able, if that was even a word, Claire turned, and bumped into one of the ornate carvings on the rooftop, and scowled angrily as it interrupted her fun. The statue had a sign at the side of it however; also carved out of stone, and it was large, shaped like a cross. It took Claire a moment to realise that the statue was an angel; however it was crying. Claire frowned. Angels weren’t supposed to cry, were they? As she read the sign, everything seemed to click. Charles Deveaux, the sign read. 1947 – 2007. Underneath the date and name, there was a quotation that Claire recognised from somewhere that she couldn’t quite place. Can you hear heaven cry the tears of an angel? it read, and Claire realised that she was standing on somebody’s grave. Suddenly, Claire felt a little nauseous, and stepped back from the grave, and through her blurry vision she could see that from a distance the sign and the angel made the shape of a cross, and she hadn’t noticed it before. Suddenly, Claire blushed. It felt a little blasphemous to be listening to a song called Losing My Religion in front of someone’s grave; the grave of Charles Deveaux, who evidently owned the building and was a strong Christian. Sighing, Claire turned around from the grave. It was creeping her out a little, and suddenly the world below seemed a lot more unfriendly. Claire hoped someone else would share her curiosity and walk up to the rooftop as well. It was a bit sinister up here all alone.