It was around midnight when Dallas had arrived at your place, the skies dark and clear with a full moon..

Dallas had gone through the effort to scale the side of your home, using old boxes and the broken ladder to get onto the second story overhang. He was crouched down in a squat, his chest heaving from the labor.

He gently pushed aside the tarp that covered your window and tapped his knuckles on the glass three times, hoping to garner your attention.