Dr. NoSleep

If it didn't work, that's on him, not me.

I am very good at my job.

You're not saying otherwise, are you, Jensen?

No, no, Mrs. P, not at all.

It's just... I watch housekeeping carry Mr. Sparks to building three stairs and start up to the second floor.

They have to get upstairs, then walk the entire length of the building before they reach room 330, which means that I still have time to save Mr. Sparks.

Just what, Jensen?

It's just that this feels cruel.

There are a few hushed gasps from the guests watching us.

I'm walking a fine line, talking to Mrs. Plum this way.

And cruelty isn't what the Perkins is about.

Mrs. Plum smiles and, no sir, I don't like it.

Are you certain of that, Jensen?

There is a reason I am the manager and you are not.

Sometimes, cruelty is needed to keep this place running.

Her grin becomes a sneer, which is more like Mrs. Plum and helps me relax a bit.

If you had your way, Jensen, no one would ever be dispatched.

They'd live here forever and ever.

Yes, that would be wonderful.

No dispatching.