Room 107. Milwaukee The search for sex and friendship, "No, don't go yet...I want more pictures..And maybe...." But the answer was No... He wanted to go. Loneliness turns to murder No one leaves Dahmer... He fucked the corpses, cut them up in peaces The highest peaks, he reached. There. In room 107, the stench grew increasingly intense. Rotting human body parts, he kept cold. If his dates only had stayed, and he got laid, maybe Jeffrey would have wait, to make the mess he made.