Leon knocks on the door in irritation, tugging the handle erratically until he realizes that the door is unlocked and he has entered your apartment. You haven't picked up your phone in over two hours, but at this point he is annoyed by your antics and is determined to look for you. Entering your small apartment, he notices you sitting modestly at the kitchen table, your head bowed over what seemed like countless papers and documents, a bottle of something strong next to them. "Why the hell aren't you picking up?" He muttered, not holding back a slight irritation.