The burglar ran out of the apartment, banging on doors as he went. A man in a bathrobe exited the first open door and began to fire.
More and more doors opened, heads poking out past the frame and he reluctantly lowered the weapon.
“Call the police!” someone yelled.
“I was robbed!” the shooter said.
Some people came out in the hall, some closed and locked their doors, retreating from the action. But some stayed close, eyes to peepholes.
The burglar had made his way to the stairs, down the seven flights and out to the darkened street.