I knew I had to help the other guests who'd become trapped here. But after meeting them, I'm not sure I can.

Twilight got the former guests room numbers from Nekozombie. The first was Steven Hanawa, AKA Salary man. Twilight walked to Steven's room and knocked on the door. From behind the door, there was a sound like someone waking up from a restless sleep. "Oh no! I'm late for work!" twilight backed away from the door just in time to avoid it as it swung open with ridiculous force. "I'm late for work! I'm late for work!" Steven was a tall brown earth pony. His cutie mark showed a time card. And a few spread sheets. His face was… odd. It looked dull, almost like a cardboard box, his eyes and mouth looking like holes carved into it. "Excuse me, are you Steven Hanawa?" Twilight asked. Steven looked around frantically. When his eyes landed on Twilight, they widened. "My business card madam." He said handing her a small white card with the name 'Steven Hanawa' on it. "Mr. Hanawa, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I was wondering-" Steven, apparently not hearing her, ran off down the hall. "I'm late for work! I'm late for work! My business card sir. I'm late for work!" Twilight turned around to see Gregory, peering down at Steven's business card. "Poor man, all he ever does is work, morning noon and night." Gregory said. "What exactly is his work?" Twilight asked carefully. "You know what, it never occurred to me to ask," Gregory chuckled, "I'll have to remember to ask his sometime."

Twilight decided to try talking to Steven again when he got back from work. In the meantime, she thought it best to visit the second guests. Nekozombie didn't know her name. He also warned Twilight to be careful. No one had seen much of the second guest after her 'transformation'. Nekozombie didn't seem comfortable explaining what that meant. I'm not sure I want to either, Twilight thought grimly. Twilight knocked on the second guess' door. There was no response. "Um, hello?" Twilight called. "Go away." The voice sounded… desperate. Desperate to be alone; filled with anger and sorrow. Hearing it made Twilight instinctively want to ask what was wrong, but she had to focus. "My name is Twilight Sparkle. It's come to my attention that this hotel is extremely dangerous and intentionally so. As a princess I have a certain degree of pull in these matters and would like to speak with you about having this place shut down." Twilight grinned to herself, pleased at how professional she sounded. "I said, GO AWAY!" It occurred to Twilight that the second guest might be in some sort of confinement, like Nekozombie. "If you're in some kind of trouble I can-" "LEAVE!" Before Twilight could say or do anything, she was thrown away from the door. Twilight couldn't quite pin down what form of magic it was, but she hadn't been able to see it coming and hadn't been able to block it. She crashed down the hall, stopping when she hit a wall.

Twilight paced outside Steven's room. She'd been waiting for him to return for what she was certain had to be hours. When he finally returned, he charged directly into his room, muttering about how he had to get back to work and ignoring Twilight completely. Twilight stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do, then she headed back to her room. I want to help them, but how? "Sometimes people don't want to be helped," Twilight froze, then turned to see Gregory leaning against the wall, "It's better to just let them be; otherwise you might just make things worse." Gregory sauntered off, chuckling as he did so. No, that can't be right. Twilight was beginning to doubt her own thoughts, and she wasn't sure if the thoughts she thought she trusted were her own.