There's a man outside my window. He's standing just out of sight and has been there for an unspecified amount of time. This is indescribably creepy. He can't get at me, though, or at least not without breaking a window, which I would notice and thus have time to organise weaponry of some description. I don't want to call the police in case he's just, y'know, one of the guys from upstairs. I can't really imagine he can be, but logic does not beat fear of looking stupid in the Rock Paper Scissors of life.