He looked up and smiled, showing his missing tooth. That had happened during murder number two, as he told me ever so proudly any chance he got. "Well good mornin' Miss Felicity. And how are you today?"

I'm just fine, Sonny." I said, gathering up some of the mess he had made. He was the biggest slob id ever met. The cleaning staff had boycotted his room. Sometimes I wonder how he ever got away with his crimes for so long. "And how are you?"

"Just dandy, Id be even better though if Kathleen said anything about me." Though I was busy picking up clothes off the floor, I knew he had that glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"You know Mrs. Newbaur hardly speaks at all, but I'm sure she'll come around in a few weeks."

"Tell me when she does, wont you?"

"Of course" I smiled, finished tidying, and made my way to the door. "Oh, don't forget your pills again. Helen nearly had my head the last time."

He held up the cup for me too see, them downed them.

I was not the biggest fan of room 400. Margret Talor was a "society lady" as she told anyone who would listen. She was also prone to telling everyone how much she didn't belong here. And maybe at one point in her life she didnt, but that changed after Winston showed up.

"Good mornining Ms. Talor." She didnt look up, much too indulged in her conversation with Winston.

I put her medicine on her bedside table, she'd take them as long as we let her believe they were anti-aging vitamans or something.