Eventually, You have to get up. The sun is starting to rise anyway, so maybe you can slip easy into the normalcy of day. At a clear moment, you roll out onto the sidewalk and sit to be sure you haven't lost anything under the brush. You stand, patting as best you can the dried mud off your clothes. You rub your eyes. You stretch your arms way up above you, then your shoulders, then roll your neck then lean forward to touch your toes, then hug yourself tight. TZ's apartment is northwest from here then.