5th floor, apartment 3b.
my gary hadn't slept at home for three weeks. at first i figured he had found himself a girlfriend, so i didn't worry much about it.  it's terrible. the policeman told me that he was living in the streets.  they found his body in the subway. why? he had everything he needed here. every morning i would have his breakfast ready when he'd come home from work.
gary? huh-huh! never.  he was a good boy.
oh yes, but that goes way back to when he started working at mayflower.
he didn't care much for anything anymore. before, we'd sit up and watch television together. but once he started that job as a night watchman, he'd spend all his time-off locked up in his room.
he hardly slept anymore.  he was way too busy!
that, i don't know.  i never knew what he was up to.
look, in this picture he was twelve years old.
yes, back in the days.
esseker, is that what you're saying?
no, that don't mean a thing to me.
yes, of course. come, follow me, it's down the hallway, the door at the very end.
he would spend hours looking at himself.
to look at oneself too much is a sin. a terrible sin. do you know sir in the garden of eden in order to seduce eve, satan did not keep the appearance of a snake.  satan reproduced the young woman's traits in such a way that eve would only see and listen to the image of herself.  as in a mirror.