It was a cool and damp evening when Seychelles stepped out of her car and onto the pavement while staring up at the intimidating height of Al's apartment building. A single gulp made its way down her throat as she shouldered her duffle bag over her right side and pocketed her car keys in preparation to walk in. She was almost tempted to stay outside for a little longer just to get her bearings in order, but the Seattle evening chill would not permit her. Judging by the dark clouds accumulating heavily above her, in fact, she was sure it was about to start raining soon. Even Mother Nature was telling her it was time to get a move on and to stop delaying the inevitable.
Eventually she moved her legs forward and crossed the entryway of the building's front door, which was being held open by
