Scavaged too soon

There was a college boy living in our building. I think he was like, in masters school or something to get his Phd in biology or chemistry. Something sciencey. Danielle would know. Except she didn't talk to him, only Alex did.

Alex got home by herself one day last year and Aunt Elaine was sleeping. Alex didn't have her key so she couldn't get inside and after she waited in the hallway for a long time she was going to die if she didn't go to the bathroom so she knocked on this guy's door. That's how they became friends.

He's not really friendly like talking-wise but he's really into "being a gentleman" and will hold the door and if he saw one of us carrying something that looked heavy he'd always offer to carry it to our door for us. I think he was from the Middle East somewhere.

Anyway, he moved out over the weekend. We saw him with some older guy carrying boxes and stuff, and then when he was all finished Alex told me he hadn't locked his door. Naturally we went over to see what he left.

That's how we wound up running back and forth from his apartment to ours up and down the hallway carrying armloads of paper towel, a box of tissues, almost a full bottle of Dial soap, more than half of a gallon (!!) of milk, two big bags of frozen mushroom ravioli, a package of frozen chicken, some BBQ sauce, a jar of strawberry jam and a perfectly decent white towel.

So we've been happily using his Dial and drinking this guy's milk and then last night he came back. Alex asked him what he was doing there since he'd already moved out. He said he'd come back to clean out his refrigerator and pick up a couple of things he'd left. Whoops. Dani told him that she'd seen some people from another floor leaving his apartment and she wondered if he'd left his door unlocked.

How were we supposed to know he'd come back?