It had been a swift, unremarkable journey. Edward was honestly glad for that. It seemed strange to pass by so many unrecognizable faces; all of them had goals they were determined to follow through with. Where did one plan end and the other begin? The static of voices was becoming more and more blended as he went on, until he stopped focusing on them altogether. He'd be unlikely to get a mental view of the hospital from anyone else but himself.

Upon entering the last room, the vampire was surprised. Not so much for an area reserved for religious services - even the insane believed in gods - but the sheer size of it. It looked like it hadn't been used in ages. Almost a flash from the past, really. The architecture was less modern than he would have thought. Had he been paying attention to the soft buzzing from Rika's mind, he would've whole-heartedly agreed. It was completely empty.

A smell caught his attention; one that rose above rotting wood and dust and Bella's skin. Sweet, like a flower. But somehow sour.

Edward snapped his eyes to the spot of glowing orange, faintly illuminating a woman. A pale, oddly-tinted woman who let out a shuddering shriek. That wasn't the sound of one who was mentally-sound. The vampire gripped his pipe with white knuckles, sidling up to Bella and Rika. "Move backwards. Now."