For Emily, who had lived there for three years, the moans were a comfort. They signified that she wasn't alone in her struggles or her joys. There was Mr. Jenkins, who moaned every morning at 6 AM sharp, not out of pain, but as a declaration of his readiness to face the day. There was Mrs. Smith, whose moans were a blend of exasperation and amusement as she navigated the dating world again in her sixties.