So, keeping up with laziness, Forrest simply went down the next floor downstairs and headed to the closest window again. He was trying to focus, see? And he was being CLEVER. Let the others head down seven floors and then climb it back AGAIN. He was sticking to indoors and spending as less energy as possible.

HA!

Yes. Focusing.

So he looked up once more and readied the se--something as if it was a weapon. He closed one eye, raised the toy to his open eye as if he was taking aim and acted slooooowly like agents did in the movies. Breaaaathe in, breaaathe out, slooowly survey the sky--ursa minor, ursa major, "I've found it, copy." He paused momentarily as if listening to the earpiece (his other hand was pressing on his ear). "Clear to shoot, sir." He waired a few more seconds. "Okay, I'm shooting."

This is for you, mum!