At 8:30 am, Nick finally emerged from his apartment donning a green, palm tree printed, button up shirt and brown pants. He locked his apartment and put his keys in his pocket, just then realizing he had forgotten his tie. He sighed and turned back around taking the keys out of his pocket. The door next to Nick, room 6119 squeaked open slightly. Nick's ears perked at the sound of what sounded like gunfire and his neighbor. Flash, yelling in anguish. Nick, forgetting about his tie, moved to the door, trying to figure out what was going on in his neighbor's apartment. More gunfire and then silence. Nick's hand inched to the gold door handle, curiosity climbing over his usual emotionless state. He couldn't help thinking however, 'what mammal in their right mind would hear gunfire and decide to go closer?' Nick took the door handle and opened the door. His neighbor, Flash the sloth was at his computer, playing some sort of gory video game. Flash ridiculously slowly turned around. He looked embarrassed and tried to quickly shut his computer. He was moving at the rate of, well, a sloth.

"Nick," Flash said holding the I in his name a little too long. Nick was slightly disappointed that Flash was not being held hostage by terrorists but he tried to play it off.

"Flash, Flash, hundred yard dash," Nick said, walking into the dark room. "How are you doing?"

"I'm… doing… just… as… well… as… anyone" Nick had to roll his eyes, it was his own fault for getting into a conversation with a sloth.

"Great," Nick said. As he looked around the room Nick noticed something with his night vision. "Flash, can I borrow one of your ties?"