It had been almost an hour. Time simply wasted, it appeared, as Alex waited in the atrium for someone to at least arrive and give him his keys. Something was wrong here. By now, he had dug into his bag, hauling out his trusty blade for safety, belting the sheath to a hip. A bit much, perhaps, but with every minute he sat in the now empty lobby, the sensation of dissonance had only grown. With a deep, steeling breath, he hefts his bag back up, making his way over, traversing up the stairwell, heading into the apartment blocks themselves...