She watched him, noting what he took, what he didn't.  He was still trying to hold on to some semblance of this life...of the past, and...that couldn't happen.  She stopped him, and reached into the bag.  She pulled out the picture, smashing it on the floor near the shelf he'd had it resting on, then she pushed over the large screen tv, wincing as it crashed to the floor.  Quickly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the balcony.  She wrapped her hand in some newspaper from the boxes he'd been unpacking and smashed it through the glass from the outside.  She didn't bother to shut the door, but hoisted herself up and over the gutters, reaching her hand back down to help him after her.<br/><br/>"This way!"