John could not find it in him to feel bad about breaking up with Sally.

Not even a little.

After all, as much as he sounded like a dick to say it, he never saw her as anything more than a sexual favour, and John knew Sally acknowledged that, too, despite her denial, being too hung up on the man who shared the same 'brokenness' as him.

It was going to happen, anyway. Hell, he loved his ex-wife, Alex more even after their marriage strained terribly, but, well, that was in the past.

Alex, Holden, Scarlett, the LAPD, his detective days—old news.

Despite Sally’s annoying cries about how horrible he was, she still begged and threatened him when neared Room 64’s door, more than ready to embrace his new life after death, especially now that the hotel was finally refurbished and under Liz’s and Iris’s watch.

Shortly after that needed break-up, Iris welcomed him to his own room, Room 33 and demanded that they, along with Liz, celebrate at the bar that night, both for John’s new life as Hotel Cortez’s eternal residence and the hotel’s renovation and ownership.

Liz, ever the fashionista, donned a velvet dress to match her iconic blue eye makeup, already chatting with Iris behind the counter over a smoke. Iris, for once, was dolled up in a checkered, sweater dress, nodding to her co-partner's ramblings while sipping on an amber drink on the rocks.

"Looking good, ladies." John made his appearance known with a grin as he sat next to Iris, watching as Liz immediately worked on his usual order. Their conversations went smoothly, with banters and harmless jabs until Liz and Iris shared a knowing look.

"So, you're a new man," Liz began with a smirk, holding the cigarette between her painted nails, "Hooray, hooray and all that. But you might wanna cut this party short."

John turned to her incredulously mid-drinking, "Why?"

Iris then spoke up, sliding a letter over the counter to him, "'Cause you got plans."

John raised a brow, eyeing the two suspiciously before reading the neat handwriting on the letter.

'Room 21. Can't wait to see you, from Yours Truly'.

The man's brows furrowed at the brief message before his eyes flicked between Liz and Iris with sheer surprise.

Iris explained how it all came to be; with John completing his role as the Ten Commandments Killer before the cops killed him in the hotel lobby, he simultaneously earned his reward - the fulfillment of his condition in accepting Mr. March's offer all those years ago.

To find her.

In reality, when John first stumbled upon the hotel, she was already residing there, having died in Room 21, making it hers until this very day. Mr. March, who believed that love made people do crazy things, had a soft spot for her.

Thus, for John's loyalty, James March promised him the reunion he so long desired.

Liz raised a brow at his shock, forcing him out of his thoughts with a playful remark, "You just gon' sit here or what? Don't keep her waiting!"

John was quick to jump onto his feet but halted even before he could take his first step after Iris's 'wait!'.

"Here," Liz handed John two newly-prepared drinks, one being John's usual, and the other being her favourite.

John recognized it immediately. Liz and Iris shared a smile as John muttered a rushed 'thank you' before rushing off to the elevators.

He didn't think his dead heart could beat so fast as he stood in the lift, trying his best not to break the glasses in his hands. Room 21 was positioned at the end of the hallway - a deluxe room.

His steps slowed as he neared the unit, taking deep breaths. One day, he's seeking the comfort of his childhood best friend after his son was kidnapped and his wife had a one-sided affair, only to find out she disappeared without a trace, and then he lost his mind after.

"I fucking missed you..." John murmured and just then, the door clicked even before he could make his arrival known with the drinks in hand. He straightened, ready to meet the face that haunted him and became his reason to live for so long.