Guy decided against telling his story to the cop.
He needed to get home and think about his next move.
Leaving the crowd and the big cop behind him, Guy began the trek back to his apartment, hampered somewhat by the dull throb from the cut on his foot.
He met a few people on the way, but he kept his eyes lowered. No one paid him any particular attention, and he preferred not to remind himself of his lowered status by concentrating too much on passersby.
Not until he came to the door into his apartment building did he remember something important.
Jamming his hands into the pockets of his khaki shorts, he muttered, "Damn! I must have left my key."
He had also left behind his wallet.
He jostled the door knob, but as he knew, the door was locked securely.
Guy decided to wait until one of the other tenants arrived. He could follow them into the building and then figure a way into his apartment.
He didn't have to wait long. He saw two guys walking up the sidewalk.
Guy knew them. Jason and Sven, two male models who shared a place on the second floor.
As they entered the building, he rushed forward to make his way past them.
He almost squeeze past when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.
"Where do you think you are going?" Sven asked him.
Guy turned and gulped as he stared at the Nordic giant, who stood about 6'7".