Edit: Oh no, no. You thought you'd get me this time, elevator, but I learn from my mistakes. And from now on, Daddy's taking the stairs. It'll be good for the glutes.
Edit 2: Does anyone know what's up with Room 400? And what who might be playing music in there? Twice now I've taken the elevator and wound up there when I mean to be going to my room. Feels very... pointed.