“Bah, Zametov! The police office! And why am I sent for to the police office? Where’s the notice? Bah! I am mixing it up; that was then. I looked at my sock then, too, but now⁠ ⁠… now I have been ill. But what did Zametov come for? Why did Razumihin bring him?” he muttered, helplessly sitting on the sofa again. “What does it mean? Am I still in delirium, or is it real? I believe it is real.⁠ ⁠… Ah, I remember; I must escape! Make haste to escape. Yes, I must, I must escape! Yes⁠ ⁠… but where? And where are my clothes? I’ve no boots. They’ve taken them away! They’ve hidden them! I understand! Ah, here is my coat⁠—they passed that over! And here is money on the table, thank God! And here’s the I.O.U. ⁠ ⁠… I’ll take the money and go and take another lodging. They won’t find me!⁠ ⁠… Yes, but the address bureau? They’ll find me, Razumihin will find me. Better escape altogether⁠ ⁠… far away⁠ ⁠… to America, and let them do their worst! And take the I.O.U.