"Juu... ichi" He sounded out. "Eleven... Oh November, yeah!" See, he could remember little things. Asian and Islander grandparents with murmured conversations of memories long blurred out into oblivion.
"The way time works here between the person and the hotel is how I feel about time in general." Willie grinned. Sitting back in his seat, he looked around the large dining room- a small spattering of guests at their own tables. For the size of the hotel, there was never enough guests to make it feel like it was fully occupied. The fact that the hotel inexplicably realized this and changed how many floors there were had been super cool and a little scary. The number of hotel ghosts had not changed so to Willie's perception that made them feel more compacted into a small area.