Funnily enough he was about to run into someone who was actually looking for his new neighbors. She was a petite young woman with dark eyes and hair. Her posture told a story of one that was rarely social, but her eyes had a shine of intelligence and eternal hope in things.
In one hand she held a note with scribbled directions and the other hand was tugging at the large scarf she had wrapped around her neck. "I don't see how anyone can read his handwriting. How am I supposed to find him? I don't even know where the heck I am..."
The young woman looked up in time to see Vic running. She thought he looked familiar to her but this whole place had her a little confused so she shook it off. She waved at him to get his attention. "Excuse me! Sir? May I please ask for your assistance?"