Chapter 11 - Mrs. Fahrenheit

The moment I reached the door of my apartment, the realisation hit me as hard as Victor lunging for me. A-B01, A-201, A-401 and A-701 had all been affected by Leonard’s fuckup. Four floors out of eight. That still left two occupied apartments to check. So, instead of going back to my place, I turned around and made my way up to A-301.

If I recalled right from the name tags on the mail boxes, a Mrs. Fahrenheit was living there. Of course, since I never had any reason to go higher than my floor, I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing her, even when grabbing mail. It took me but a quick knock on the door for Mrs. Fahrenheit to open it.