Her next door neighbor, apartment 215 was were Simon Riley lived. They’ve meet a hundreds of times.. Her locking herself out, him busting down her apartment door when the spider the size of a golf ball ran across her living room, her rolling her ankle down the stairs…needless to say the girl in apartment 214 was a damsel in distress.

Riding the elevator up towards their floor, it was packed. Minding her own business when pushed against the lift wall.

“You’re being followed,” Simon grumbled.