Not taking heed to look before he leapt, the first clue the human received that he had made a terrible mistake was when his body realised it was catching far more airtime than its brain thought was entirely healthy. Time seemed to slow down. He looked down, and his heart stopped as he saw the rapidly approaching waves of a swiftly flowing river, its white spray crashing over jagged rocks rose up to kiss his flesh as he slowly realised his own doom. His mind raced to form the thoughts that would create the substance of his final words to greet his fate with dignity and grace.