Victoria cocked her head sideways to look at Alex at his comment, trying to figure out if he was serious or messing with her. “I had no idea doors were such inconveniences…”
	Taking a deep breath, she joined him at the window, and pried the glass up. Thankful there was no screen in it--and that it looked large enough for their exit plan--she cautiously leaned her head out. As she had thought, they most definitely were [i]not[/i] on the ground floor. She ducked back in, suddenly developing a temporary fear of heights. They had to be on the third floor, maybe the forth; she had not given herself the time to count before pulling back inside.
	“Alright. Whenever you’re ready, then.” She went behind him, ready to jump up on his back and wrap her arms and legs around him. “The last time I did this, I was ten. Only, it was minus the window-jumping,” she mused.