A soft shuffle outside your door catches your attention. You check the peephole and I’m crouched by my door across the hall, muttering quietly, my feathers puffed from the drizzle outside. A small clink of keys follows, then a sigh.

I glance toward your door feeling hesitant but also desperate for help..

Knock, knock. Hello! I’m sorry to bother you so late I- uh, I think I locked myself out.. Do you have the number of the landlord by chance?