A foot ladder, a foot ladder, Vanessa tried to think if she had something. She had unpacked in such a fury that she had forgotten what she had or didn’t have. She had to have SOMETHING, because some of the pictures she had were hung pretty high. She got a water bottle out of the fridge for Idris and set it down on the counter. A moment or two later, she dashed to the hallway closet and got out a stepstool, it wasn’t much, but it should be enough to reach the smoke alarm. Vanessa decided as she grabbed the step stool out from the hallway closet and opened it for Idris, that the set up of the smoke alarm was absolutely ridiculous and discriminating against non tall people. Who put a smoke alarm that high? “I’m sorry for this waking you up.”