At a place called Vertigo

V and I are climbing to the top of a very tall wooden tower. It is nightime and windy and the lights of the city spread out below us. There are platforms on the top and as we scramble over the last one we see two men sitting there. One of them is SJ, and we are so glad to see him - haven't seen him in ages! I don't know the other man. There is no barrier on the platform, just the lights and the buildings and the wind. My vertigo starts to kick in. I have to close my eyes and I know that if I don't get down, it will be Chichen Itza all over again and I will never be able to get down. I tell V that it is starting and that I have to climb down right now. I make my way down the planks with my eyes half open. Some of the beams pull away just after I take my hands off of them, and I see the rusty nails jutting out from their sides. The bottom of the tower is in the lobby of a hotel. There is a ticket booth in the base of the tower and I walk towards the open doorway of a busy restaurant and wait for V to join me. I stand and watch people coming out of the elevator banks while I wait. When I see V, we head over towards another restaurant that is outside. As we pass the ticket booth I see PG bending his head towards the ticket booth window. He is being an asshole and demanding something from them. He is wearing a tattered blue and green plaid robe. I don't want him to see us so we duck as we scuttle by and take a seat at our table outside. The waiter brings us water and thankfully they seat PG behind us so he doesn't see us.