Making the trek back down from Marty's apartment to the front entrance, I measure stairways and corners by eye, comparing them in my head with the bed, wardrobe and, as it turns out, the settee too. At ground level, I check the front door. That at least, is straightforward. If we can get everything as far as the bottom hall, it just needs walking out and down the front steps.
"How did you get the stuff up there in the first place?"
She pulls a face. "Came flat-packed."
Standing out on the top step, I tap into my mobile. "Chad? You got anything important planned for today?"
My self-defence trainer sounds cheerful enough. "Nothing that won't wait. What's happening?"
"Emergency house evacuation. I'll fill you in later. But I need you to bring the van down into the City. Come dressed to hump a wardrobe down three storeys..."
"Gotcha." Humour creeps into his voice. "Twists and corners at every level, I suppose?"
"Got it in one."
"Can I park outside?"