Lennon was up earlier than usual, strangely enough. His sleep schedule was all screwed up from being awakened by disembodied voices at ass o'clock the previous day, maybe. At least today seemed reasonable enough, and once he realized he was starved, he'd dressed in sweats and a t-shirt and headed downstairs for food.
Or that was, he planned to go downstairs, but he was halted on the second floor by the sound of someone pounding on a door and calling out. Lennon hesitated for a second, tempted to let someone else deal with it, but then he sighed and padded over to the door from whence the racket came. "Hey," he said, rapping a little pattern back on the door. "I guess you're new. You have to type something on the computer network before you can get out."