11:00 pm

I knocked on her door.

"Lisa?"

"Are you here to rob me, Mr. Burglar? If not, get lost," her weary voice replied from inside.

"If you change your mind, we'll be leaving at 6am tomorrow, with the white Volkswagens camper on the parking lot."

Nothing escaped through room 107's door.

"And Lisa?... Don't try to kill yourself, please."

"Who cares?"

"In this absurd world which is about to end and where nobody cares, I do. Only two days left, but here I am asking you to not kill yourself. I care. Don't try to kill yourself, please."

Nothing escaped through room 107's door.

"Goodnight, Mr. Burglar," she bid after some seconds.

"Goodnight, Lisa."