To get downstairs he imagined he'd have to swim like a diver in a sunken ship, intentionally sunk after all of value'd been looted.Here is the dream a... it played in his mind:He sits on hard wooden bleachers. Thighs and shoulders press against him on either side. His feet are in uncomfortable black boots, resting on rough two-by-fours. His shins and knees push against the kid in front of him. He wears a blue wool uniform, two rows of gold buttons go down the breast of the coat, the pants have. She stopped a couple of feet away, turned and leapt onto him. It caught him by surprise and she pinned his arms to the couch before he could mount a defense. He looked up into her smiling face.“You are the only person who picks on me,” she said.“I can stop if you want,” Phil offered. She was laying half across him and if he tilted his head slightly he was sure he could look down the front of her shirt.“I like it,” she said. “I wasn’t really mad. I just figured I could pay you back in some other. I got into Hal’s car, he didn’t even take my pistol away from me. He did take my knife, dropped in a plastic bag and wrote something on it. The other deputy did take my pistol when we pulled up at the station. ‘Jesus Christ, a .45 magnum.’ He mumbled. I watched as he carefully unloaded it, dropped the five shells into a plastic bag. I never keep a round under the hammer. I told them what had happened, and about the girl again. They had searched all over the neighborhood, no sign on her. ‘She. " That's her word, not mine. She didn't just break out of her shell, that would be putting it way too mildly. No, she fucking bursts right out of the end of some damn circus cannon. That's her flying over there, flying all over town, all over the seat of your car, all over the dance floor, your apartment, your God damn bed! Catch her if you can.Before I lead you to believe I'm just sitting here generally gnashing my teeth by crying in my beer mate, there's something else you should know about.