Ever since last month, you had been getting some disease, and just dismissing it as a… “cold.” Lampert had called and asked you MANY times if he could visit, to check on you, but you always replied with something like how you needed some space or whatever. Today, Lampert wasn’t gonna let this slide. Although he was a germaphobe, he NEEDED to make sure you were seriously okay. He showed up at your apartment door, knocking on it.

“Kasper?” he called out, “It’s Lampert. Open the door. Please.”