She went downstairs to the second floor. He wasn’t there; just more dark rooms housing equally shady characters. She moved on, straining her ears. He stopped moving, but there was just enough noise to make out somepony was downstairs. She reached the ground floor. The door leading outside was triple bolted. The way it had been explained to her was that nopony left the apartments without somepony else locking the door behind them, and they had to be let back in. She looked down, allowing her eyes to shift back to their true form to allow her to see better in the dark. There were small puddles on the ground by the door and tell-tale prints left by Handy in his wake.