[Down the stairs, and through the hall. The walls are like paper. There's a cracking sound as a cheap door bounces off the plaster. Somebody yells--and the yell gets rather high pitched before it cuts off. A hurried patter of feet up the stairs; the super on high alert. A stream of muttered cursing follows him. The hurried patter drifts away toward the upper floors. A heavier, slower step. The click of his door.]