Despite Tellith's fears, he was undisturbed, and woke the next evening thinking of Gladys' stupid rhyme. If she was here, I'd strangle her. Not that he really would. He'd had the chance while he was at Bray's for a week, and hadn't done it. Even when she sang The Worm Song, as he called it for lack of a title, while dusting the parlor.

I don't have time to worry about Gladys. Or Bray. I need to get back.

And bury the bodies.

He returned the key to the lobby, ...