-Nick tugs at his scarf - Alex's scarf, making sure it's still around his neck. He'd hate to lose it, really. And it was warm against the cool air of London, so he'd worn it out to send a letter. That and it hid the ring of bruises around his neck. He walks to the street door and opens it, stepping inside quickly. He hears a ding and looks at the lift, seeing it close. Great, he'd missed it. But maybe the person inside would wait for him...-
Hold the lift, would you?
-he calls out and runs to the lift, hoping the door would still be open when he got there-