It wasn't unusual to knock on the door and have no one respond, so Miguel thought nothing of it as he hustled into the suite. Marla was proving to be quite the trooper: just because half the ship had vanished and there was a serial killer on the loose, there was absolutely no reason to stop working. In fact, there was even more of a reason. There had been a long lecture that was completely lost on Miguel, but that was alright: he liked the work, and it gave him less time to think.
He was in the process of making up the bed, tucking the sheets beneath the mattress and smoothing the coverlet, completely unaware that there was about to be a repeat traumitization...