We hopped the fence and landed in the middle of the construction zone. Sidling along the walls, we snuck around to the fire escape. It was lit up by floodlights- a cold, harsh light that essentially broadcast our misdeeds to any stranger who might happen by. Again, I never said that it was the smartest plan, but it seemed to us the only way. We had committed so much already that we found it hard to just give up.