Parker nodded. She turned on heel and then made her way down the hall eyeing each door to the apartments like the whole thing was like a shell game, like she had to pick the right unlocked door on blind faith. Her eyes narrowed like they had a habit of doing when she was determined about something. She stopped at room 108 and jiggled the knob, smiling just slightly when she found it unlocked and vacant.
At first glance it looked safe enough. It was certainly more than she had in Boston, though it didn’t make her miss Boston any less. She stepped further into the apartment, quietly shutting the door behind her, and looked about for anything slightly suspicious. Ducking down, she took a look under the bed, looking for anything that might have stood out. She ran a hand under the tables for bugs or recording devices. Her being slightly paranoid had saved her on more than one occasion before she’d found herself in Kansas. She couldn’t think of any reason why she should abandon her cautious ways in this place.
She ducked into the bathroom and turned on the lights to get a good look at herself in the mirror. There was a little bit of dust on her shirt from crawling in the air duct, but that was easily fixed. Parker splashed a little bit of water on her face. This was her new home. This was where she’d live until she was either sent back or until the world ended. It was grim just thinking about it.
Parker grabbed her keys and shoved them into her pocket along with the cash she’d lifted right before arriving. She briefly considered tucking it somewhere in her new apartment, but she didn’t know what she would be buying on her outing and decided it would be best to be financially prepared. She locked her door behind her and made her way back to the staircase. Eliot was in room 206. She’d committed that to memory. Instead of just walking into the room like she might have done under normal circumstances, Parker knocked lightly on the door.