The puzzled expression Sarah wore was delightful and she enjoyed knowing she wasn't the only one that had heard the theme to the Twilight Zone bouncing around her subconcious.
It was creepy ...but that was just the tip of the iceberg. She couldn't wait to tell her the rest of the tale so she didn't hesitate to step in, getting out of the way of the door so that Sarah could shut the door, look through the peep hole and possibly throw up if she wanted to.
"Yes." She said, glancing around, sizing up the apartment. It was so small compared to the penthouse. "Paul Halloran, the very one."
But she didn't stop there, she wasn't going to let that news sink in before she delivered the rest. Why should she? Her news had real shock appeal and you didn't spare the cat anything chopping its tale off one piece at a time. "Paul told me Roy is here too."
Wait. Still not done...
"I just arrived myself. I've moved into P3 with Vincent only days ago." She twirled to face Sarah, allowing her skirt to umbrella gracefully and swish around her calves fancifully.