Hello everyone.
I once stayed at a friends house and after a fair few drinks I woke up the next morning as I was sleepwalking down the street. Such a scary and strange feeling to open my eyes mid-walk.
I was bare footed and left behind my coat, but I would of had to get out his locked front door, down a flight to stairs and out the main door and I came round about 30 seconds down the road (in the direction of my house). After her long haul flight who knows what state the brain could be in, we’ve all had jetlag and such.
May be a stretch to suggest climbing out of the window but a thought nonetheless.