Usually, Erin was a friendly person and even after the accident, she did her best to be polite to strangers. This one, however, was going to be the exception, because she didn't think that anyone had ever been so rude to her before. At that moment, it was hard for Erin to even find an ounce of sympathy for this guy and she just wanted him to leave her the hell alone so she could go on her walk. As if the thoughts in her head weren't enough, she was now being accused of stealing an apartment. It was baffling, and terribly frustrating, because it was clear that she couldn't argue with this man and get anywhere--his mind was already made up.

"Wow, you know the layout of this place. Good for you," she said coldly, her eyes rolling as she crossed her arms over her chest. The stranger continued to ramble on and accuse her of this and that, and Erin wasn't terribly moved until he began to stride toward her door like he really did live there. Thankfully, it was locked.

Following behind him, Erin glared and tried to cover her sudden panic for this increasingly strange situation. "Hey!" she shouted, "get the hell away from there! You don't live here, alright? This is [i]my[/i] apartment!" Rifling through her pockets, Erin fished out the key and let it dangle from her finger as proof of ownership. "See? It's mine. Not yours." She stuck the key back into her pocket and looked back at the man with a huff. "Now get away from my door before I have to call security on you."