A commotion erupts outside my apartment. I hear my neighbor screaming at the landlord. I discern my neighbor has been locked out. He sobs, blaming the economy, blaming his employer, blaming his poor health. He begs for one more week. He pleads for mercy. No mercy. There is silence and then there is a knock at my door and then there is the voice of my neighbor calling out to me and then there is the silence of me not answering—just sitting there. No mercy.