Dr. NoSleep

Housekeeping is halfway down the walkway.

Oh dear, I'd better hurry.

I sprint the rest of the way across the parking lot and hurry up the stairs.

I notice a candy bar wrapper on one of the steps and almost pause to pick it up, since that's my job.

But I catch myself and keep hurrying up the stairs.

Excuse me, pardon me, I shout as I try to squeeze past housekeeping.

It's such a tight squeeze that they almost knock me over the railing, which would be bad.

That parking lot is hard, and my head and body are soft.

I'd lose that conflict for sure.

Mr. Sparks screams as I get in front of housekeeping and head straight for room 330's door.

Come on, Jensen, do something!

Don't let them feed me to the void!

Sorry, Mr. Sparks, but there's not much I can do at this point.

You probably should have cooperated when you were dispatched.

Cooperated?

What does that even mean?

The old bat wanted to evict me from the Perkins by killing me.

Why would I cooperate with that?

It's a good question.

Don't you think it's a good question, people in my head?