This time, okay. I'm going to do it.
I'm walking along the street. Not rushing, not panicking. Won't take me long.
I won't turn back, not this time.
The street's so busy nobody'll notice me.
I'm at the door now, it's open.
I'm not going to run away.
I could turn back now, but no, I'm walking up the stairs.
I'm already further than I thought I'd get.
Fourth time lucky.
This time, it'll happen. I'll make it happen.
It's number eight. There, the door's open. Like fate, almost.
It's happening now.
In I go.
This time, I'll do it.