his brain viewed it in spectacular detail , and how it would be : the scream of twisting metal , the lurch as his body slid off to the side , the grabbing for nonexistent handholds with the fingers , the swift rattle of bootheels on treacherous , rotted steel c and then down , turning over and over , the warm spray in his crotch as his bladder let go , the rush of wind against his face , rippling his hair up in cartoon fright , pulling his eyelids back , the dark water rushing to meet him , faster , outstripping even his own scream - metal screamed beneath him and he stepped past it unhurriedly , shifting his weight , not thinking of the drop , or of how far they had come , or of how far was left .