Stepping out of the elevator, the large box of your belongings finally slips from your grasp. As the contents spill all over the ground, you curse silently and squat down to pick up the mess. Your grumbling deafens you to the opening of one of the apartment doors across the hall.

“Well, well, someone’s making quite a racket out here…” *

Startled, you straighten up quickly, spilling some of your personal items.

“A thief in the night, are you…?”