Back toward Broadway.Nobody around. Could tell he was in bad shape, 'cause he was a bigfucker, but he didn't look too good. Kinda staggered. "Ha...f way up the block, he fell down. I let him bleed."I came back, she was just wakin' up. Musta passed out. Can't say I blameher."He looked at her as if for the first time."Wait...you're her husband?"She stared back at him."No offense intended, ma'am. Just that she told me she was married, likea housewife. I just assumed...no offense, really...". And then, "No, Jackie. No excuses this time. I want you herenow!" Head through the window, Georgina continued to swing her headaround, first to the left and then to the right, as if looking forsomething ? or someone. I think I said something ? tried to attractGeorgina?s attention ? but to no avail. In her sleepwalking state, shewas deaf to anything I might say. And as I watched, horrified, shestarted to clamber out through the window.As I?ve said, my bedroom was an attic room, and outside. He was not sure what it was, so he decided to play along for awhile. She wrapped Velcro straps around his ankles. Then she rolled him to his side and did the same at his wrists. She stood at the foot of the bed so she could fasten rope to the Velcro straps. She ran the rope under the bed and around the legs. Pulling it back to her, she cut the rope holding his legs together and at the same time, she pulled the ropes fastened to the Velcro straps. Before he could tense up and react, his legs. She made sure to lock the door on her way out, and rushed to the elevator, pressing the button. When there was no reassuring ding, she looked at the doors. “OUT OF ORDER” said a white paper on the metallic doors. “No, no, no, no, no,” she chanted as she started down the stairs, dialing the Chinese place as she went. “Why did I choose the eleventh floor, ugh!”Marc told the security ahead of time to let Claire in so he wouldn’t have to buzz her up, so when he heard the knock on his door, he knew.