Monica, maybe surprisingly, does not protest the delay. "We'll probably need some tools to secure the apartment." Yes, she's considering holing out with her husband.

The front door is not locked, fortunately. But as the street outside, the interior is a terrible mess, half looted.

Also, some head-bashed-in-not-undead-anymore-corpses. Four.

Someone kicked ass there and seemingly escaped with an intact hide?