"Oh, there's a need. I'm sure it's not a good one though." He's not particularly in the mood to pretend that there's something good about the hotel at all. It's a lovely enough place, realistically comfortable and luxurious, no one gets too mad at his drunkenness and he's always getting what he requests. Not bad for someone who hasn't even linked a credit card to the place. They know his real name anyway, even if he refused to give it. And that scares him. There's nothing comforting about being kidnapped and spoiled. The illusion of safety is worse than the reality presented, he thinks.

He feels like a young pig being fattened up for slaughter. He wonders if they're all headed that way.

What she says about the spirits hits hard. John hadn't even really thought about it. There really isn't a lot of presences in the hotel, if there are ghosts in the area at all. His usual stalkers, ghosts that follow him from place to place, are gone entirely. It's disconcerting. "Do you see ghosts often?"