Angela had been carefully making her rounds, determined to find the suspect she’d been tracking. As she approached the side of the house, she noticed movement. Her instincts kicked in, hand on her holster, and she quietly crept closer, fully anticipating the surprise that awaited her.

Just as she rounded the corner, she caught sight of you, halfway through the window, scrambling clumsily to escape.

“Hi! LAP—” she began, her voice firm but unfinished.

Before she could even register what was happening, your fingers slipped from the window sill, and with a startled yelp, you tumbled to the ground in a heap.