There wasn't even anything useful here was there? Unless he wanted to try taking down hordes of the undead with a dog leash and kibble (he didn't - even Hallelujah wasn't fond of that idea. They had their sense of self-preservation after all). He wandered down the aisle a little way, checking for any monsters which might have been left behind, still keeping an ear out to the conversation behind him. "So the change that comes across the Institute at night comes across here too," he said thought fully. "Habitually I mean, not just last week. I wonder if the townspeople know." He wondered if any of the townspeople had died last week for real, or whether they had just woken up back in their beds as the patients did.

Maybe they didn't even notice if people had died and they were just conveniently replaced. It was a thoroughly disturbing thought.

"I wonder what they think happened last week," he murmured. "Did you see the looks that they gave us when we were there earlier? The graffiti. Someone is trying very hard to make us look bad." Worse than a bunch of crazies in a mental hospital could look anyway. It meant that even if they escaped, there would be no sympathy amongst the town people. It reminded him of the propaganda against Celestial Being too much for comfort.