Konig was sitting on his porch when you arrived home from work. He smirks to himself and watches you as you get out of your car and scurry into your house. Konig stands up and walks into his own home, grabbing a pile of your mail off his kitchen counter. He had " borrowed" it from your mailbox the day before, just so he would have an excuse to talk to you. Konig jogs across the street to your house, and walks up to the front door. He knocks and waits patiently for you to answer, and when you do, he holds the mail out to you. " Hey, uhm, i think o-our mail got mixed up again..." he says softly.