*Alice tries to block under the bed, therefore they are under the bed. Frank straightens and mechanically, too logically simply goes around to the other side of it and crouches down there to try and fish them out. He just lets her keep saying his name - doesn't matter, really, it's just background noise, until it grates on a nerve that's just been shot to hell already, and his head snaps up over the edge of the bed. He's got his shoes.*
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The flat, I've gotta go to the flat.