I’m really quite disappointed the cops haven’t come back. It’s been a half-hour. I guess they’re gone, sigh.

It really was a nice dog, and so very excited to be working. She was like a kid at Christmas, and the cop, all six foot quite-a-lot of him, had difficulty restraining her. Occasionally he said something sharp to her, but in a soft enough tone that you could tell he was all too fond of his partner and would love to give her a hug to calm her down if only the dignity of the uniform allowed it, which it did not.

So, he didn’t come down by rope.

He didn’t climb up, neither. The public patio off the lobby is a good 15′ above the ground. The South side parking garage ends under it. There is a concrete wall with spaces for windows all along the back of the parking garage, but it’s topped with razor wire the entire way, and the patio is 5′ above that. Razor wire is

Had to pause there. Snape’s big confrontation scene after the car crash. Oooooh, Snape.

I think I’ll do a bellydancing workout before I go to bed tonight/tomorrowmorning.

Where was I? and does anyone on Earth say that as often as I do?

So, it seems he didn’t climb up. He certainly didn’t come from my apartment (razorwire on the 8′ wall in between anyway). And I’d be willing to bet he didn’t come from the apartment of the Chinese family on the other side: that little dog of theirs would have woken up the entire city with his pipsqueak baying.

So he apparated, obviously.

Maybe he went out to grab the ladder, which you could see from the lobby, leaning up against the wall, and then realized he was locked out. Because there’s no way to open that door from the outside; I got stuck out there once myself, when I was coming home from a party and went out to look at the full moon. I spent a solid hour out there trying to get over the wall and the razorwire to my patio without shredding my cocktail dress or my good coat.

Perhaps I’m overconfident, but my patio door is still not locked. It’s so warped someone could just pick it up off the runners anyway.