Carter was an entirely busy man these days. A little too busy for his liking, anyway. Well, okay, if he didn't like it, he wouldn't do it period, but... it was his job, and it was one that kept him running around like a chicken with his head cut off. The fact that he was currently juggling productions in two cities definitely was causing him to lose some precious sleep though. And money. Damn gas prices being what they were. He flew on occasion, not that that made it any easier on the wallet, but he was pretty set financially for the time being, so it wasn't something that kept him up at night.
He was sitting in his apartment, completely unaware of all the mayhem of moving that was going on outside. When Carter was concentrating on something, he forgot their was a world out there. He sometimes had to be reminded to eat or sleep, even. He happened to glance up from a script he was looking over and looked at the time. Huh. He hadn't eaten yet, and he was kinda hungry...
He sighed and got up, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. And of course, halfway down, he spotted a woman with a box, who looked like she might be having some trouble. Carter was a good simaritan, so why not help her out a bit? He got in front of her and put his hands under the box, then looked up at her over the top of it. "May I?" He didn't want her to think he was stealing her box!