I stand in front of the closed elevator for a while berating myself for being distracted. Distracted by Wayne one-upping my archives. I head back, the long way this time, and immediately begin researching BASE jumping (the first thing I found out was that the random words he was spouting actually made up the acronym for the hobby). Apparently BASE jumping is an extreme sport or hobby more dangerous than sky diving or parachuting, and has a tendency towards being done illegally. Wayne certainly enjoys illegal activities. I make my safety precautions list extra long and include some examples of jumps gone horribly wrong in the hopes of scaring him out of this new hobby. Though, considering he's a guy, and he needs something to waste his money on, the death threats will probably be alluring rather than off-putting. Then again, perhaps that was my intent. I also include the many illegal places to BASE jump from. The Russian student Ossovski's attempt to jump from the Eifel tower receives a special highlighter color. Or Bruce might prefer Meru Peak in India where the world record for highest jump was set. I print the papers out and set them aside. I note the time. Wayne's visit to Applied Sciences is rather long today. Suddenly a loud boom, followed by a rumble underneath my seat causes me to jump.