Nobody in the lobby.

Her eyes dart over to the buzzer, but rather than clearly marked names she find a mess of classic New York shitty old labels and a drawing of an ill-shaped cock that a doctor should really take a look at.

Anna tries to remember what apartment number Val and Chris shared but she draws a blank, as she was mostly concerned with covering her ass with the world's tiniest pillow case. Anna turns back over to Phil who seems to be perfectly content waiting, but her guilt at taking up any more of her savior's time eats away at her.

This drives her to take a walk around the side of the building, where she looks up at the windows. She sees the unmistakable stack of boxes through an open second floor window. If she can just reach that window, she's in. She'll have her keys, her phone, and god willing her clothes if she can find which box they're in. Anna sizes up this new mountain to climb. There's a pipe running up the side of the building she could possibly shimmy up, if she doesn't mind rubbing her bare pussy against it. This brings to her attention that her state of dress, better than it's been in the past 20 or so hours granted, is not very conducive to some sick parkour.

Exhausted, sore all over, and fueled purely by baked beans, some beef jerky from Phil's glove box, and the desire to get her bare ass home, she drops Phil's blanket to the ground and mounts the pipe, wrapping her legs around it.

She begins to shimmy up, ignoring the sensation in her nether region that may or may not be awakening something in her that she'll have to explore in her own time. (Does home depot sell this kind of pipe? Can I keep one in my dresser...?)

This train of thought distracts her as she attempts to transition from pipe to ledge, and the poor girl who hasn't been through enough yet takes a tumble.