From the penthouse on the sixtieth floor of a high-rise building, he watches the planes hit the towers of World Trade Center. He is calm; he is tying his tie. The event is horrible. He thinks of the panic—the hurrying and scurrying. There is going to be a lot of destruction. He finishes tying his tie. He continues to watch. He wonders what the future will bring. He believes in America. He believes in New York City. He always has. He will delay discussion of rebuilding for a short time. Meanwhile, there is his fifth heart transplant to prepare for.