I got in and shut the wardrobe door behind me. (Remembering, as I always seemed to, that 'It is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe' and delighting in ignoring it.) I slackened off the fishing line at each corner of my wardrobe. Then I moved the bowling ball (still in its box) and lifted out the brick plug at the bottom left. Nudging out the white board, as usual, I was able to tip it forward to rest against Iman's clothes rail. I slow-dived through the bottom left corner of my wardrobe into the bottom right corner of Iman's. I reached back through for the white carrier bag. Nice and easy.