Upstairs

My upstairs neighbors have been quiet.
No stomping around, crying, and screaming.
Or coming down to ask me to help with resumes or visa applications or other paperwork.
Or, I suppose, dropping their baby from the window.
So, I went upstairs.
The mezuzah on their doorframe is gone.
I guess they left.
On the one hand, it’s a relief not to hear the stomping and screaming and all that.
On the other hand, a simple goodbye and thank you would have been nice.
I’ll settle for the lack of stomping and screaming as a thank you.
Or, an I’m sorry.