Mr. Jamison winced as he lifted his leg over the bar. He almost closed his eyes, but then he remembered that it would probably harder to do then. For a second he just stood on the outside edge of the scaffolding, wondering if this was the end. Reluctantly, he began to lower himself to the lowest bar.
By now he was hanging by his bare hands, and beginning to lose his grip. He swung his legs forward then back and let go. This time he closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes he realized that he had actually made it. He was proud of himself.

Of course back to business. He peered through the window, and saw no one. He pryed at the door and found that this one was open. He stepped inside cautiously.

Then he heard a sound outside. Someone was coming.
He slid up against the wall, snapped the scissors into two makeshift knives, and waited.