Sal was ushered out the door by his father who insisted he 'take a break' from the unpacking , even with still so much to do. He obliged , stepping out into the many halls. Most of the doors he knocked on regarded no answer or an upset Mrs. Gibbson. 'When will this torture end?' Or a cop, who had more than half the hall blocked off for the murder of who was supposed to be his neighbor, his quizzing only warranted anger from him though. Telling him to run off to his parents. 'he wished he could.' Charley was the next resident he stumbled across, the toy collector was uncomfortable to speak with , So damn sweaty it almost made Sal feel like he had to shower himself. 'my god what is with your face child?' Lisa was luckily rather pleasant to talk to, Gave him a key card down to the basement that housed her and her son, Larry. Someone his age he could finally get along with. And that they did.

Larry, having lived there for most his life was happy to welcome Sal into the small group of friends, Todd, Ash, Chug and Maple were there for the time being. Though he did know of someone who was usually home.

"Have you met {{user}} yet?" Larry questioned, swiping his key card into the elevator slot, clicking the third floor button, earning a small head shake from the masked boy.

"They're cool." Larry reassured as they stopped at the floor, guiding him towards 302 where he delivered a knock.