Escaping from the world below. I climbed high up into the pipes and heating vents painted white. I kept rising in the works while thinking I might be letting dust fall. I was worried about being caught but determined. I starting to pull the wall apart slowly. Cigar boxes emerged from the wall. I thought they might be valuable but not as important as escaping. When a hole had been made, I could tell it was into a bedroom. I saw the gloss of a floor and heard a soft snore. Boldly, I went, through rooms at dawn, so that only the grey shadowy gloss and clean palatial features of some well appointed manor were apparent. I went down a pair of balustraded stairs. The decisions I made were snap decisions. I found myself outside. I saw water and I dove in. I moved down and out a water causeway until I was beyond the grounds of the place I had been captive. The water was dotted with people and I could see structures and horizon ahead.