Kjeld Jensen, Benny Frandsen

Egon hurried along the hallway, trying every door and finding every one of them locked. The footsteps were coming closer, the beam of the security guard's flashlight nearly upon him. He ran as quickly but silently as he could to the end of the hall and leaned over the railing of the balcony, looking down on the lobby floor below. It was a long drop. No, he couldn't jump it…. But maybe….

The guard walked along, jangling his keys, whistling to himself, shining the flashlight beam around. At the railing, he briefly shone his light down on the open el espacio below, then turned on his heel and proceeded...