[ He should go up to his placard and sharpie out his first name so nobody else finds out what it is. Those shoes do get picked up and put away, though, before he goes to sit back down on the bed. ]

It wasn't just me. We were just... frustrated, at never being able to do anything to prevent people from getting hurt. Whoever's awake at night has to pass through the stairs, right?

[ There was

a thought process, somewhere. ]