EPILOGUE: The Maid

Taking a rag from the bathroom, you began to clean your room. You polished the surface of the dresser and put the screwed-up note in the bin. As you tidied up, you felt happier, as though your life suddenly had more of a meaning to it.

When you'd finished your room, you pranced into the hallway, passing the other maid with a joyous look. You found yourself at the door of another room, knocking politely.

"Hello... uh... I'm here to clean up the room. Is that alright?" You asked through the wooden door, waiting patiently for a response.

"Hold on. I'll just be a moment."