Apt. #113, Afternoon, Alec
Ang had been talking about Emma a lot lately. About Emma growing up, and going out, and meeting boys...For the most part of Alec tried not to think about it. To him, Emma was a mixture of little sister and daughter. He didn't want to know the details of her crushes, or dates, or anything else like that. So long as she was safe, that's he needed.
But, Ang did make one good point. The old intercom, so practical years ago, now could be more of hindrance than a help. Emma would be 19 soon, and it was probably time give her more privacy.
So after checking that Emma was out (he was willing to give her some privacy, yes, but thought it would be more fun if he kept the source of his mysterious insider information a secret), Alec headed downstairs and let himself into Ang's former apartment.
It was easier to remove the equipment than put it in and before too long he was leaving again, the little black phone add-ons tucked into a plastic bag he'd taken from the kitchen.