So, I was saying that I was at first regretting that I did all that dealing with the cops wearing my very attractive eyelet night shirt and my much less superfantastic XL plaid flannel pj pants, but on second thought it’s better this way, since I haven’t actually done my legs.

Where was I?

Right, no idea how he got out there. The noises. The eyebrow-cocking. The down-from-the-ladder climbing. He walked into the lobby as I held the door and paused. He saw me standing there, watching him and pulling the door closed as fast as its hydraulics would let me and he went out the front door into the Co-op mall, headed for the North gate. I didn’t see him get there, just made sure the door closed solidly behind him. He can’t get back in that door without me hearing it, nor use the elevator without the same.

It’s at P. I have no key for P, dying as I am to get down there.