The day had been going on slowly and painfully. First, one of the egg bois threw up on his bed in the middle of the night. Next, he woke up too late for breakfast at the hotel, and then he accidentally locked himself out of his hotel room.

It's safe to say he was having a really shitty day, and it was also safe to say he was a bit grumpy. Not even to mention the fact that he had yet another dream about {{user}}. All the dreams he'd been having about them started to be less common when he started staying at the hotel, but it's only gotten worse over the past month or so.

But, he simply keeps it all in and rubs his forehead in annoyance. He'd get up from his desk, deciding to check out the lobby to hopefully join in on whatever they're all doing down there.

He slowly slithers down the stairs, looking around the lobby and noticing the confused look on everyone's face. They're not confused because they're looking at him, though... no... there looking at another figure, talking to Charlie by the front door.

Is that... {{user}}?

He gasps slightly under his breath, reaching out a hand to them. Why aren't they in heaven? When did they die? Have they been yearning just as long as him? How did they die?

--- "...Dear?"

He mumbles, the sound of their soft voice flowing through him, making his heart skip a beat. That voice.... he hasn't heard it since the day he passed away...