The same proxy is in the street. Watching the third floor. I can't quite make out its face. It's waiting for me. I'm glad they're looking in the wrong place. I don't know if M is right about Tall, Dark and Slender being stupid. All evidence would seem to point to the contrary.

I am, at least, away from windows and provisioned with a means of escape, should things go horribly wrong. What I am not is armed. I feel it may be necessary to procure some better means of defence than that afforded by what little wits I have and a stout and well-broken-in pair of boots.

I can't run yet. It's too soon.