It all started when someone left the window open...

~Based on "The Third Floor Bedroom" in The Mysteries of Harris Burdick~

There is no greater value than a life, perhaps it is the only true equality that will ever be witnessed. We are all so different and unrelated but would not be payed a greater sum as the price for an individual's death. Nor would we see any profit at all. That raises the question, why are we so fragile, and why are we so ready to walk the line between living and the green mile?

Our lives are only worth something because of the people in them. Or not.