Ehhh, kinda.

"Of fucking course it's the very last door. Why would it not be the corner apartment of the 5th floor?"

Jacob just shakes his head, and then glances at the name plate once more. There, printed in large, block letters are the names Tirsa Antar & Millione Achebe. He takes a deep breath, and then knocks on the door. His knocks are loud, and ring clearly out in the hallway. Then he takes a step back, out of courtesy, and begins to quietly count to himself, before he is interrupted by the sound of footfalls coming toward the door. Jacob hears the rattle of a locking being undone, and the door cracks open, revealing half of a woman's face.

"Millione, my name is Jacob Andersen, and I'm the one Tirsa was referring to when she spoke to you on the phone. May I come in?"

Millione steps back from the door, and fully opens it, revealing herself to be somewhat plump woman of African decent. Her eyes are of a deep, calming brown, with her hair being a smooth black color, cut down to her chin. She is currently giving a timid smile, and it raises an urge in Jacob to both cuddle and tease her simultaneously. "Yes, come on in. Take a seat in the living room, and please, explain what is going on."

With that nervous welcome, Jacob steps into the apartment. The walls are decorated with hand made paintings, of varying quality. Their subjects range from a normal still life of fruit, to the sunset, and a black silhouette of rather curvy woman, with no indication that she is clothed. Jacob glances to Millione, and then his eyes widen slightly, and snap back to the painting. However, he pushes the idea out of his head, as he takes a seat on the couch.

Millione clears her throat, and then asks the obvious question, "Jacob, what is your connection to Tirsa, when I know for a fact that she doesn't have a boyfriend." When she has asked her question, her gaze locks onto Jacob, with her eyes having a steely resolve.

"Millione, I know that there will be a lot of questions raised, but please wait until I am done explaining to ask them." Here he takes a deep breath, to steady the nerves that her gaze put in him, and to organize his thoughts, "Okay, the part that actually matters to you is that two days ago, I woke up in a forest with no idea how I got there, or where I was. I was in absolutely incredible pain, to the point where I could barely think..."

From there, Jacob tells his story, with Millione looking entirely unconvinced. While she is clearly relieved to hear that Tirsa made to the hospital, and is getting treatment, once he is done telling his story, she leans back on the couch and covers her face with her hands. A loud groan can be heard, somehow containing every bit of the feeling 'I'm fucking done with this shit'. Her hands slide of her face, to fall in her lap as she lays there for a minute, before she sits back up. Her exasperation comes through clearly in her voice, even though Jacob can barely hear it, "Tirsa, you dumb bitch, you better not be falling for him, cause if you are, you're gonna be kitchen bitch for a year."

Millione's gaze snaps back to Jacob, as she gets up and begins to walk towards the door, "Here is exactly what is going to happen. You're going to step outside my apartment, and wait. I'm going to look the door, and then go talk to Tirsa. If you're telling the truth, I'll let you back in, and we can discuss things further from there. Are we clear?"

Jacob can only nod, as he steps out her door, and then sits down on the concrete and leans against the wrought iron railing. Millione makes sure that she locked the door, shoots a suspicious glance at Jacob, then heads off towards the hospital.