[i]Dinner...[/i] 
That was exactly the word Ivan had been hoping to hear out of this stranger. A wave of relief ran through him, and he carefully scaled the ladder. Ivan had never liked heights, so he forced himself to keep his eyes on the window as he struggled to climb up. He hoisted himself through the window, slipping on his way through and tumbling to the floor unceremoniously. His cough had begun to worsen, but he was able to stand himself up and cough out a "sorry." 

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