"Dammit!" Snarled the man as he rushed forward toward the now shattered open window. Bits of crumbles glass crunched beneath his feet as he approached the windowsill and looked down, practically leaning out of the window.

She had leapt from a third floor window, though the farce officer knew better than to doubt her survival. He knew [b]far[/b] better than to do that.

He just spied her figure below, surrounded by shattered glass, though between the darkness of night and the height, he couldn't very well make out if she stood or had fallen.

But it didn't matter, he had to get down there, fast, before she escaped.
It was then he heard shouts of surprise and voices of demand from outside the door, up and down the third floor hallway. Shadows could be seen streaking along the bottom of the door left and right.
The man cursed to himself, and could be seen from below withdrawing back from the broken window.