I suppose we could give one hour a shot. We could always change the time later if it doesnt work out. Any details, btw, left in described in the last post, I suppose could be made up by those preceeding it.<br/><br/>Here's the trial run I suppose... *crosses fingers*<br/><br/>- - -<br/><br/>Bob sighed, expecting a little more change with his bag of groceries, but nonetheless smiled at the man behind the counter, nodding as he accepted the massive brown bag, cradling it in both of his arms. About 5'5, human, abit weaker than he appeared, dark ruddy hair, kinda pudgy, now walked toward his apartment to his groceries to his referigerator, wearing a trench coat over a T - shirt, Boxers, and some house shoes doubting anyone else in the building was even awake at this hour. He pushed the button for the elevator with his knuckles, then frowned as it didnt respond, groaning and making his way toward the long flight of stairs, toward the third floor. It was tricky for him to manuever alone, upward, but if someone else happened to be coming down, he may have a real problem.