It's going to fall, it's going to fall, it's going to fall -

Kendra reaches out, grabbing for it, which is precisely the wrong thing to do. That just guarantee's that it's going to go flying, clanging and banging down the street.

It's going to fall and -



- it doesn't. Her thumb grabs the edge of the rim, her fingers hold the lid. Again, she doesn't breath.

Through the window, Josephine rants about science and changing the world.

Very, very carefully, Kendra lowers the trash-can to the ground.