After 30 minutes of watching her easy, Roger sighed and knocked on the door. He had watched as she talked to herself. She was crazy. He reminded himself. There is no ghost in that room. They don't exist. He was perfectly sane. "Times up!" He called through the door and he opened it up once he knew that she was far enough away.
He stepped inside and saw that she had food all over her face and jacket. He sighed softly and ignored the ghost by the table, watching them. "I had offered to feed you." He said as he picked up the napkin. "Don't bite my hand. I'm going to wipe your face." He said gently. He waited for permission before he gently wiped off her jacket then her face. Up close, he could see her beauty. Who someone like her ended up here was a mystery.
"My name is Roger. I'm one of the janitors but I also help take care of the patients when needed. Today is one of those days. Someone called in sick." He said, trying to make conversation. "What's your name?"
Once her face was clean, he set it down on the tray. He would have to leave soon. He hated being near the figments of his imagination. He was painfully aware of the ghost of Henry behind him. He hoped to God that he wouldn't talk and scare him again like he did when he was cleaning earlier.