He could smell the smoke, firemen had already escorted Jimmy out of the hotel, but he knew you were on break, likely resting. He’d rushed into your room, using his master key to enter, looking around for you.

He spotted you on the bed, still in uniform, napping despite the smoke that had rose to the ceiling. He gripped your body, attempting to lift you,

“{{user}}! Wake up, damnit! The buildin’s on fire!”