[ The pinwheel was a gift from a thirteen year old girl, right before she took his dog and left him. It's a wound that hasn't even started to heal, yet. Even if he knows it ultimately was for the best. She didn't need to be on the Bebop when Vicious' footpads shot it down.

He turns his back to the box and looks around, the beam from his flashlight tracing the perimeter of the room, as far as he can see it, anyway. ]

I don't know. This doesn't seem to match the layout of the hotel. Either that or there's more to the hotel than we've been able to access.