The elevator doors slid open and Liam stepped out into the hallway, an old man shuffling out beside him at the same unhurried pace, a single grocery bag hanging from one hand.
They went opposite directions down the passage, the old man peeling off toward his own building entrance while Liam continued toward Kelly's door.
He could feel the man's eyes on his back the whole way.
When he reached Kelly's door and glanced back, the old man was standing in his own doorway, one hand on the frame, still watching.
Then he stepped inside and closed the door. Slowly.
'What is with this old man,' Liam thought.
He turned back and knocked twice on Kelly's door.
A moment passed.
Then the door opened.
Liam's brain stopped working for approximately one full second.
Kelly was standing in the doorway wearing what could generously be described as a gown.
