A cold shower.

“Yeah I got one.” Some other voice pipes up. You strain to hear what they’re going to do but whatever plan they’re making must be decided in gestures or in writing. You’re pushed forward again and hear a swoosh not unlike your balcony door opening.

In fact, as you quickly discover, exactly like your balcony door. You are pushed forward. You feel a rush of fresh cold air and concrete on your feet.

“Wait!” You cry desperately

“Shhhhh, you don’t want to draw attention now do you?” You hear Derek’s voice remind you of your predicament. The specter of public indecency has weighed heavily on you since you were first pushed into your complex’s hallway. You hear his voice again: “Go for it Chris.”

You’re shocked by a splash of ice water.

You can’t help but scream. “Oh my GOD.” The men in the apartment laugh.