[He dressed up just for you.]

If you keep your expectations low. I'm not even sure if I have furniture left at this point.

[He moves up the flight of stairs and then down the hall toward the room which number I never bothered looking up or anything and opens the door, glancing through before holding it for Jim like the gentleman he was raised as.

There really is only a bed and nothing else, apart from how one of the floorboards looks suspiciously loose. Huh.]

...someone stole my belongings from here.