Shinning up a brick wall at the end of the avenue, Bae calls up to you. “Are you okay up there?”
There’s a good view of the reservoirs up here. You survey the view towards Bae’s back garden: paddling pools, overgrown gardens, manically-maintained gardens, washing lines… many walls in-between and you must remain undetected between all of them.
”I’m coming back down,” you announce. (goto 41)