We have escaped! Escaped at last! Today, I saw her pressing her hands against the wall in several spots. "You're too late!" I said. "They're already gone!" She seemed to be looking desperately for what was there before. She walked and walked around the wall and burst out in tears. That poor woman - I wish I could have freed her too when I ripped that awful wallpaper off. But how was I to know that there were even more women coming? I had foolishly thought it was over. Then, I felt her cold, thin hands on both my shoulders and she pulled on me. She pulled and pulled. She pulled and I pushed, until I was able to lift my hands of the dusty floor. She shook my body. She shook and she shook until we were both banging on the window together, but no matter how we banged, the window would not budge. We walked to the nailed bedframe, where she had finished gnawing where I had once started. I gnawed again and she gnawed some more, until we broke off a piece to smash against the glass. We smashed and we smashed until thousands of pieces scattered on the floor and we heard quick and heavy footsteps on the stairs. Right when the door burst open, John started yelling. "Oh God, what are you doing?" That man, weak as a kitten, must have fainted again. But I cannot be sure, because before I could look at him, we jumped. Together.