Norris looped the rope over the tree trunk for the fourth time, before tying it off around his neck. How the hell do people manage to hang themselves nowadays? he fumed.
Once again kicking away the wooden crate he'd brought with him, he wailed in anger as the noose undid itself and he fell to the ground.
Lucas Stevenson watched the man from afar. He tutted at his novice, schoolboy errors with the noose, the unprofessional way he was ignoring the strongest branch. He crushed his cigarette underfoot, and approached him slowly.
'Need a hand?' he asked, nonchalantly.