The threat to call security on this strange and unpleasent man had mostly been empty, and Erin had thought that the promise of intervention alone would have been enough to scare him off, but he was oddly bold. Frowning at him, Erin breathed an irritated huff and plucked her cell phone from her pocket. "Fine!" she snapped, "you asked for it, so I will!" Scrolling through her list of contacts which included the landlord and the elderly woman next door, she was nearly at Security Guard Hank's number when the door open and out came her dad wanting to know what was wrong. She was glad to see him, feeling more secure in the fact that she wouldn't have to deal with some loon from the street on her own. 

Although, something strange happened as the older man approached her. Perhaps it was a trick of her own vision, or a play of the light, but he seemed to pass [i]through[/i] the ranting stranger, unable to see that his own daughter wasn't alone in the hallway. She stammered for a moment, her head cocked to the side as she tried to wrap her head around what she had just witnessed. 

Before Erin was able to answer her father, the other man was already griping again. She sighed loudly, as if to shut him up, but John hadn't even [i]heard[/i] him speak, and now that he was between them, waving around like the petulant child he truly was inside, things only got more weird. It was then that Erin realized that she had been incredibly silent, and her father was already worried that she was losing it since the accident--she didn't need to give him more reason to worry.

"Uh," she shook her head, and ran her fingers back through her hair, "I...No, there was no shouting, dad." She glanced over to the other man, feeling barely sympathetic at how confused he looked. "That woman from down the hall was just on her phone again, you know, she's a loud talker." She managed to produce a flippant laugh, which eased the concern on John's weathered face. 

John nodded, "she could keep it down," he said lightly, smiling at his daughter as he reached for the doorknob behind him. "Have a nice walk, Erin." 

It was just the two of them in the hall once more; Erin and this...person and she stared at him awkwardly, unsure of what to do now. "...You're here, right?" she asked, the tone of her voice softening. "Like, I'm not going crazy, right? My dad is just..." she paused, still looking at him, thoughts more disorganized than before, "and the [i]doorknob[/i]. I must have saw that wrong."