how odd! the third floor is having a party in their common lounge (on a sunday night, when everyone else is indoors going quietly insane) and the sounds of conversation and laughter are extraordinarily loud, for a party that size. on the fourth floor (mine), puzzled and envious residents have spilled into the corridors and are milling around the stairwell trying to eavesdrop and to decide whether to crash, and indignantly denying that the third floor is more happening than us..