Kitty apparently heard some activity downstairs yesterday (this morning) at around 0200 which signalled that the people downstairs might actually not have went home. So I woke up this morning to the fact via a note that Sam had left for me on my door, which prompted me to attempt to get to the basement at around 1030 and around 1230 today. No dice, though.

We heard sounds later at around 1430 and Sam managed to get a hold of the person by talking “across the door” (it’s locked between them and me). The dude said to come on over so I moseyed on downstairs and grabbed my clothes from the drier.

All is well in the universe once again, my good readers, at ease, at ease.