"Sounds like a piece of work." Mike probably would have burned an evil ghost boss to the ground too, that was true.
There was no real way of knowing what the purpose of the Crown Plaza was. Mike had spent a lot off time looking and even more time researching in the library and really, he'd wound up with nothing.
He supposed, in some ways, it didn't really matter. He was here and it could be worse and for a while there he'd even had what felt like a strangely normal life. Maybe he'd get there again some day.
"Yeah. It's pretty great," he decided, and, for good measure, poured himself another.