-MR. OLIVER INTRO

One cool summer morning a businessman found himself looking down on the city. Old crumpled newspapers skirted the damp asphalt below as the dark star filled sky gave way to a faint lavender horizon in the east. The streets were asleep and empty. It was 5:30am.
The businessman in full office attire, suit, tie, briefcase tightly clenched in hand, the works, was falling to his death. Sometime after he made his abrupt stop people who were around wondered how a man could make such a messy impact without a single building within a quarter mile for him to slip, jump, or be pushed off of. These people, the homeless vagrants, who are generally accustomed to the randomness of neck-snapping bad luck, were mystified for a good couple of minutes.