So she was staying on the fifth floor, he mused, making a mental note to go through the forums once he returned to his own apartment in order to find out who lived in 501. Bran kept his flashlight on, more out of habit than anything else, watching her unlock the door with a poorly concealed smile.
"I will," he told her, beginning to turn towards the stairs. "Good night - or, well, good morning." He waited until she was inside before heading back upstairs, momentarily forgetting about all the complications - about Erik, about what he'd done to Ella, about how she thought he was someone else. He'd remember all that later.