Apartment 707 was a little out of Parker's way to visit, but he reasoned with himself that if he was going to let that get in the way of meeting people then he'd never see anyone above the second floor. Living in the first floor meant that just about everyone was out of one's way, so that was just something he would have to deal with. Besides, the invitation to pop in had been a public one and he was desperate to talk to someone in the building. It was strange, but for such a large apartment complex he'd seen very few people, and most of the ones he had spotted had not seemed to be of the talkative variety.
Peeking into the open door and meeting the strong scent of adhesive and the scene of wallpaper littering everywhere, Parker at the feeling he and his two tupperware containers had found the right place. They had not, however, seemed to pick a good time.