Agreeable Apartments. How strangely convenient, Evey thought to herself. How innocuous, the name. What was this place now, and where was everyone else? Aidan? Was Aidan here? Had they fallen through one more crack and landed here?
I'll be there... "How long until we get there?" she asked the driver.
"That's the complex right up the street," he answered, pointing toward a whitewashed apartment complex at the top of the hill.
...in just a few minutes. 1407. Evey looked at the keys in her hand. She was in 1406. Convenient indeed. She turned toward the taxi driver and started a rapid-fire interrogation.