Jayden had initiated the unexpectedly electrifying staring contest he now shared with the girl, but girl, looking slightly flushed, was the one to break the connection. She spun around gracefully, her hair flowing across her back and around her shoulder fluidly. It was a sight to behold as she began her hurried walk up the stairs and into her apartment. Jayden stood still for a moment, regarding the strange encounter. And then Jayden noticed that the social worker was looking at him. 

"Quite a lovely young neighbor you have," she said. Jayden ignored her. He heaved the satchel over his head and onto the opposite shoulder relative to where the actual bag rested, and began dragging his suitcase up the flight of stairs. His new home was apartment number 302. The girl had entered the first door on the landing, 301. As Jayden passed the door, he could hear mumbled voices. One seemed to be that of an adolescent female. He did not care to attempt to make out what the conversation was about. 

Jayden stopped in front of 302 and released his satchel. He went to knock on the door, but found that just as his knuckles contacted the door, the door gave way as someone on the other side opened it. Before Jayden stood a small old lady with long white hair wrapped in a simple bun. she was so thin she could not have weighed more than eighty pounds, and her joints bulged as if she was underfed. 

"Oh you must be Jayden! I am so glad to meet you!" said the little lady pulling Jayden into a hug with far more force than Jayden could have imagined she might possess. Jayden was taken aback by the gesture, and he neither reciprocated or acknowledged her affectionate greeting. "I'm Miss Palmer, but please call me anything you like! Oh I'm so glad you came when you did. I've been baking some cookies and brownies for your arrival, and the cookies are ready!" Miss Palmer turned around and began toward the kitchen rather spryly. Jayden stood still. Miss Palmer looked back to make sure he was following, and a stern look appeared on her face when she realized he was not. "Well don't just stand there! come in!" Jayden hesitantly followed, and the social worker was quick to join him. She brought his suitcase inside the apartment and closed the door. Miss Palmer led them to a room and opened the door for Jayden. 

"This will be your room!" she said. Jayden walked in, and the social worker handed him his suitcase. He put them where they were not in the way and sat on the bed. "I will get you a cookie," said Miss Palmer happily. The social worker followed.

"Miss Palmer, I just have some last paperwork for you!" said the social worker digging through her folders. Jayden sat completely still and listened to the new environment around him. There was music playing on the other side of his wall. It sounded electronic. But there was a voice. In fact, Jayden knew this, it was Vocaloid music. although which Vocaloid it was he could not be sure. The music probably belonged to that girl he had seen, or her relative. It would make sense then to assume that the plan for this room was the same and mirrored to that of room 301. 

Jayden got up and began unpacking what little he owned. when he was finished, he returned to the bed and laid down on it. Some time later, Miss Palmer came back a cookie, and Jayden heard the door close as the social worker left. Jayden took the cookie and began eating it slowly. Miss Palmer smiled at him. "You eat up now. I have some business to attend to, I'll be right back," said Miss Palmer as she left the room and then left the apartment. Jayden listened harder, and heard a knock on what must have been the door to the next apartment. Some minutes later, Miss Palmer returned. "We're attending our neighbor's house for dinner this evening, please be ready by 5.30," sung Miss Palmer, peaking her head back into Jayden's room. Jayden nodded. The woman was highly energetic, but she was sweet, and Jayden was much relieved.