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The Lady-Downstairs has returned. Although this time she took to ringing door bells. My guess is that this was in emulation of my previous midnight ringing a few weeks back. I finally got up and answered it, although without opening the door. The conversation went something like this:

Me: “Who is it?” (…like I actually needed to ask. I probably should have said, ‘Go back to bed Fawn, no one wants to hear you complain.’ Heh, I’ll have to remember that one for next time.)
Fawn: “It’s Fawn, Andrew.” (Note, I debated putting her real name here. However, I figure if she’s going to ring my doorbell at 3am…)
Me: “What do you want Fawn.”
Fawn: “I’m trying to go to bed and your making noise.”
Me: “No I’m not.”
Fawn: “Andrew.”
Me: “I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”
Fawn: “I’ll call the police.”
Me: “Go for it.”

She never did call the police.