Sophia’s face was twisted in extreme distress as the loud groaning of the stress-tested glass grew deafening. The cracks widened, sending small shards flaking off into the chasm below. David’s eyes filled with pure panic and urgency as he realized his wife didn't have seconds to spare. His heart pounded like a jackhammer against his ribs as he sprinted toward the bridge, shouting her name over the noise. On the far side, Eleanor gripped a heavy black sliding door handle, pulling it firmly with metallic clinks in a desperate, belated attempt to engage the emergency hydraulic supports beneath the walkway. But the damage had already been done. Overhead, looking down from a bird's-eye perspective, the maid and Sophia tried to pull the heavy fabric strap across the massive, spider-webbed glass pane, attempting to distribute their weight or pull themselves toward the steel frame before the structure surrendered to gravity.