Sarah stared at her iPod a moment before looking intently out her window once more.  She saw the figure, there and gone again in a mere second, but she needed to see him.  She needed to talk to him.  Sarah pulled open the window as quietly as she could and climbed up and out to the roof.  The roof was slanted, and when she hung down she was only a foot or so off the ground.  She dropped, and started walking toward the street light.