There was no response. Not even a twitch of alarm at being discovered registered in his posture.

Inside the dorm, the shadow of one of the girl's passed the window, followed by the muted sound of a closing door. The floating man turned hopefully to the front entrance, but no one emerged. The hopeful look on his face turned pained, then he floated upward.

Now he was hanging out by what appeared to be Peter Parker's window, if Hector knew which space belonged to who.