Something felt strange this time—when Jones woke up, Dora wasn't in his room. In the past, every time he opened his eyes, Dora was always the first to appear. "Dora? Are you there?" Jones opened the door and poked his head out into the hallway. It was completely empty; not a soul in sight. "Where did she go? Never mind, I'll handle it myself."
She always slept later than him, yet woke up earlier. Jones had to admit, Dora was a very diligent and responsible maid... except for being a bit dumb. Otherwise, she was practically perfect.
Carrying his change of clothes, Jones went straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
Amid the swirling steam, he found himself alone. Honestly, it felt a little unsettling to him. After a halfhearted scrub or two, Jones gave up on properly washing himself, changed into his clothes, and left. He'd basically just rinsed off.
"Dora—! Where are you? Have you seen Dora?" Jones stopped a zombie who was sweeping the floor.
