11. iron bench
Jim was not sure where he was. Dave was no longer sitting on him. That was good.
For the first time since the murder incident, Jim felt reasonably calm.
Jim was no longer a bench. He was sitting on the floor of an unfamiliar room. There was a bed in the room. Someone was sleeping in the bed. Dave. Dave was sleeping in the bed.
Jim located the door, and exited as quietly as he could.
He navigated his way through a strange and terrible hallway.
When Jim finally emerged from the home of Dave, he was Pleased to recognize the street. It was roughly 8 miles from His apartment.
Jim began to walk.