“So what's your plan here? You're gonna swing from the tree to the roof like Tarzan?” “No, do you see any vines here?” I said, waving my hand toward the trees. Sam chuckled and shook her head. “There are no vines in Manhattan either, and yet, I vaguely recall an incident involving you, rope, and the Brooklyn Bridge.” “And it worked, Naysayer! But I don't need anything that elaborate.”
