After another sleepless night, Ed restless paced the stairwell smoking a cigarette and flexing his aching left hand. In an effort to distract himself from well everything he cast about for something to to think about. He gave a bitter smile as he thought that all the drama in the building certainly provided a lot to think about...
He glanced up the stairwell, his thoughts settling on the night in the lobby. Boyd had been there, standing over a man on a stretcher. Rumors around the building were that someone living on the Roof was...well, who knew. It was none of his business and he was pretty sure Boyd wouldn't welcome his meddling. Exactly the kind of thing he needed.
Without thinking further he crushed out his cigarette and climbed the stairs to the roof. He heard the sound of someone moving around--the sound of clanking and crinkling suggested maybe it was a maintenance person. He kept climbing and pushed his way out of the stairwell exuding a confident "I belong here, what's it to you?" smile. He stopped just inside the door as he caught sight of her.
Not Boyd.
"Rosalie?" he couldn't help it, his voice took on the rasping purr that had once been synonymous with her name.