George had witnessed the entire thing and was quite glad to have not gotten her neck snapped for her trouble. The bright side about being trapped in a hospital was that George got a guilt free pass on being drugged and all the people that died tended to wear name badges. It meant reaping their souls would be much easier.
Didi had done something, said something, to make this possible. George wasn't sure what she could have said to convince the hospital that George should be allowed to roam free. It wasn't her place to question her boss-- or maybe that was the drugs talking.
She shoved the post-it notes into one of the pockets of her cotton draw string pants.
With the job finished, George followed the souls back to the source, as they surrounded Frank to do a psychological assessment. Clearly Frank had issues. George sighed. "He can't hear you, move on already, please."
But the souls of the recently deceased were insistent. And George hadn't truly finished the job until they moved on. "This will take all fucking day."