Chapter 16: Corpse

I'm not cut out to be a babysitter for an adult woman. Especially not a mentally ill adult woman.

Not so long ago, she asked me where I went, which wouldn't be that weird of a question, if I had actually gone somewhere. But that was not the case. In fact, we had been sitting next to each other in silence for thirty minutes when she asked that. Peculiar.

After that, she'd refused to wear a petticoat over her hospital gown. Her reason? Something with goats, if I heard correctly. I almost had to rethink my whole plan, as I didn't have any other clothing for her laying around. But then she just accepted it for some reason, and we were good to go.

But that wasn't the last of my obstacles. She thought that the guard standing in front of the hotel was trying to kidnap her, the floor was too clean to stand on ('Why ruin it when it's so clean?'), elevators were not to be trusted, and she didn't like the colour green.