Sinclair and the stranger eventually ended up in the Mercury Suites apartments in Olympus Heights. Sinclair's own apartment took up about a third of the top floor. Because the owner of the penthouse suite that took up most of the floor had private access up to his own apartment, Sinclair and the stranger had to use the ramp that circled around said private elevator. Waiting inside the doorway were the packages of the stranger's new clothes and a copy of the evening edition of the Rapture Tribune.
The stranger went off to change clothes in the bathroom as Sinclair started dinner. The stranger returned to the living area that opened into the dine-in kitchen, sitting down to see what was on TV.
"So," Sinclair called over, nodding towards the newspaper on the dining table, "looks like they're callin' you Johnny Topside now, instead of John Doe."
"Not the worst nickname," Topside responded. " I'll go with it. Although it'd probably be a bit weird for me to get used to. My twin's actually John…"
"I take it that's still all I'm gonna get out of you about who you really are?"
"Hmm… for now."
There wasn't much on the TV at that moment, just some new propaganda campaign Andrew Ryan rolled out. It wasn't on just one channel. It was on all of them. Topside took the opportunity to look out the big window-wall behind it out at the city.