The Windows had started it all, and the Windows would end it. They existed everywhere, for they opened every time a soul separated from its body, and shut as soon as the person that had passed through found his or her place, good or bad, in the realm beyond. Few remained open, luring those of a strong heart through, to find their peace and so shut them.
One no longer existed in the eleventh floor apartment. She had done the duty of closing it. In a perfect world, all windows would shut with such relative ease as this one, but ours was not a perfect world, and the vicious cycle would go on.