"Today is a good day to die," he says conversationally, looking down at the street below.

"It seems kind of chilly to me," I reply, taking a seat on the ledge.

"That's just the wind," he says, "we're so high up."

"I see. So what are you going to do?" I ask casually.

"I'm going to jump, of course," he replies, not taking his eyes off the street.

"Of course," I say, climbing onto the ledge beside him. "Do you mind if I go with you?"

"No, it's unhealthy to die alone," he replies, smiling over at me.

I return his smile before glancing down at the street, "They're so small," I say, slightly awed by the movements of the people below.

"And petty," he adds bitterly. "Small and petty. Only thinking about themselves."

"That's not true," I reply, "What about the people with families? Police officers and firefighters? Not everyone only cares about themselves."

"You're a naive man if you think that," he says, smiling affectionately, "A family or a job is an extension of a person. It makes them who they are, so if they protect their families, they protect themselves. And firefighters and policemen aren't policemen or firefighters to help people, they do it to make themselves feel good about themselves. To say they'd done something important in their lifetimes. Every single person on this planet is selfish."

"Even you?" I ask, looking over at him.

"Even me," he replies sadly.

"Is that why we're going to kill ourselves?" I ask curiously.

"No, of course not," he replies, laughing, "we're killing ourselves because something is going to happen soon, and we don't want to be around to see it."

"What's going to happen?" I ask, confused. "Is the world going to end?"

He shakes his head, and looks back down at the people below, "No, something evil is coming. A whole new era is about to begin."

"How do you know?" I ask, wide-eyed.

"I dreamt it," he replies quietly.

"Then it might not be real. It was just a dream," I say, looking over at him excitedly, "Your dream might not have meant anything."

"I've lived too long to believe that," he says sadly.

"Is there anything that can save them?" I ask, looking back at the people below.

"A fairy tale," he replies bitterly, "a stupid fairy tale."

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking back at him to see him scowling angrily.

"Do you believe in dragons?" he asks curiously, his scowl disappearing.

"No, those are just make-believe." I reply certainly.

"Exactly." he says quietly. "How can something that doesn't even exist save them?" he asks, gesturing to the people below.

"How do you exist then?" I ask, "You said you dreamed this new era, but clairvoyants aren't supposed to exist either."

He looks over at me in surprise, his eyes wide. "I don't know," he replies uncertainly, "I just exist."

"Exactly." I say, smiling, "So how do you know this dragon won't come to save us?"

"I guess I don't," he replies quietly, looking out across the city.

"Then what are we doing up here?" I ask, laughing.

"Waiting," he replies, not taking his eyes off the skyline.

"For what?" I ask, even more confused than before.

"For a dragon and its wolf," he replies, smiling over at me.