Solomon was continuing on his way to Miss Rosa's home, keeping a firm hold of her purse. Usually if you're a hooded figure with a purse, one would have thought you stole it. There were a few stares and maybe one or two guys either joking or were serious about what he had in the purse. 

Ignoring the ones in this neighborhood, he hoped that someone would not be stupid to try and mug him but by the time he thought about that, he was already at the stoop of Miss Rosa's apartment. With a sigh and smelling the cigarette smoke of an older man right next to the door, Solomon walked in, heading down to the elevator and pressing the second floor button.

After making it to the second floor and to Miss Rosa's place, he knocked on the door, waiting for a few moments before the door opened. [color=8dc73f]Heeeey Solomon...what you doing here?[/color] "Hi Miss Rosa. I came here to bring you back your purse. You left it at the market." [color=8dc73f]Hm? Oh I did! I was wondering what happened to it. You know this old mind just don't work like it used to. Come on in sweetheart. I have some cookies I baked earlier. Why don't you have some.[/color]

"Um well miss Rosa-....oh..umm....alright...I'll have just one okay?" Solomon walked in not noticing what was happening yet until hearing a shout from a distance which caused Solomon to stop for a moment and look in the direction of the window and tilt his head in bewilderment. What was going on out there. Whatever was happening, it was about 3 blocks away from where he was. Solomon turned when Rosa started talking about her late husband and her children that never come and see her while Solomon tried to pay attention to her.