He screamed with happiness. I jugged, and we shook hands at the belay. I was as happy and relieved as him. We talked for a while on the ledge before continuing up the last pitch. I looked at my watch amazed that I still had plenty of time left before work. Nico chose the name L'appat for the route, which means to "lure" or "to bait" in French. That seems fitting now, as I reflect back on the experience: I fell into his trap, lured on by need to escape my grim reality. We planned our next objective before I ran down to the Valley floor for another night at the theatre.