Hal was at the top now, only having tripped twice up the stairs. He leapt up and down making fake cheering sounds as if he were being admired by an audience of fans. "Yessss! I am victorious!" He belted out, waiting for Ash to reach his position. He was more in shape than he remembered, and now he was feeling invigorated. The surge of adrenaline left a pure smile stretched across his scarred up face. "Hah-hah... So uh-" He stopped to finally catch a breath. "Which one is yours?" He leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Nora was enveloped in the sounds of her internal dialogue. "What if she's hurt or dead?" Scrub scrub, scrub scrub. "No, someone would've told me.... I'm listed in her emergency contacts so if Ash was in a hospital they would call..." Scrub scrub, scrub scrub. "But what if she's not at a hospital? What if she was trapped somewhere, some creeper dude could be holding her hostage!" Scrubbing faster now. "Or or what if Ash is just tired of me?..." The door flung open to a cacophony of laughter, and Nora couldn't help but further ignore her guest in the attached living room. She turned down the music and glared from the kitchen as Ash and Hal entered.