There the man was in the bathroom, covered in white gypsum dust, flakes and small crumbles littering the tiled floor around him. He was slumped over, leaning into the wall, and in fact, through the wall. He had just busted through, the dry wall falling into the suite next door. He was grunting loudly as Gail entered, trying to pull himself through the hole. He was wiggling and kicking, his body just not having the strength after so many days of starvation. Any food brought to him was still left wherever they put it. The bed did not look slept in at all. He never heard Gail, never knew she was in the room as he peeked his head into the next suite, checking for whatever might have been lurking within there.