"Goodbye, Rebecca. If I had been an angel like you, this could've been different." Fran turns and stands up on the edge of the bridge again. She feels the angel's wings kick up a little wind that beats against her back just as she makes that leap a second time. This time she hopes no one will stop her. She spreads her arms out as she falls, as if she's trying to fly. Her eyes close as she nears the water. The construct vanishes under the water and is dashed to literal pieces against the rocks below. All that's left is that pocket watch. It bobs to the surface, gets snagged on a branch and remains in the river, ticking it's last before finally dying.