The old man was sprinting down the stairs now. He knew his enduring adventure was about to end. For as long as he could remember he had been walking down the staircase. He had started at the top when he was very young. He has been walking down the staircase ever since, never losing energy, getting hungry or thirsty. He did not know the reason for this but yet he still climbed down. The flight numbers were now getting closer to zero. He assumed that is where he would meet his ultimate goal. He had only ten flights left. As he finally reached the bottom stair, he had to stop to take a deep breath for the first time in his life. The door he had been long awaiting was in front of him. His heart was beating quicker than ever before. He slowly reached for the door knob. As he began to twist it, he realized it was locked. He then dropped to the floor, dead.