Your heart races as you turn the doorknob to your apartment. At the first hint of it giving way you swing it wide open—casting lantern light into the dimly lit room. The darkness surprises you and you shut the door in a hushed fashion. If Dash has the lights off then she might be sleeping. As your vision adjusts to the darkness you can barely make out the fact that your bed wasn’t made. That’s no surprise. If you weren’t there to do it yourself it wouldn’t get done. Dash frequently commented on how she thought it was a waste of time.