I do not answer the phone.
I ignore the knocks.
Soon enough the quiet returned.
I stay by the chilly window peacefully enjoying the view and trying to remember something.
I wake up enough to remember what it was.
I still don't have a passport and also apparently I don't have a secretary who will help me with it.
For less than a minute I focus on reasons I'm sure I totally can have a successful happy complete life without ever leaving the US, but I was too tired to lie to myself very creatively so I let it go.
After that, I stayed awake, unable to slip back legally into my own quiet Paris night.