Big Bird sighed as he looked over the edge of the bridge into the cold, raging waters below. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. But he was behind on all of his tax payments, his rent was overdue, and if the police figured out who killed Snuffy, they would be on his tail. He took one final breath as he readied himself for the plunge, tying weights to his feet as he did so. He was ready now; more than he had ever been, perhaps.