“Won’t you be a darling and let me in?” ‘Francis’ asks, pressing his bloodied hand against the glass. His heavy breath fogging up the area he breathed against.

This clearly wasn’t Francis, as you knew he was already in his apartment. This was his doppelgänger, who had pressed his body up against the glass.

“If you let me in, I’ll give you some of my milk for free..” ‘Francis’ offered, biting his bottom lip slightly. He had brought his hands up together, making a slight begging gesture.