Re: First floor: 2:15 a.m.
He watched her climbing up, unsure of whether or not he should attempt to follow or run out into the hallway, pacing a little again. This way, though, he could at least see where she went.
When she went back inside he leapt over the window ledge, landing hard in the middle of his living room, then slipped back out into the hall. He took the stairs up, but not at the breakneck run of before.
He came to a halt in front of 1007, following a familiar path at a strange new vantage point. More things were coming back now, though he continued to ignore them, or at least try. He knew this apartment. He knew it was hers.