The former hospital that once served countless people during its heyday had a different feeling compared to then, parts rotted like a corpse, some which looked skeletal, rooms in disarray as patients and doctors fled the incoming bombing.

Broken glass on the ground, people dropping everything they were doing the moment they heard the sirens, their bodies filled with adrenaline as they fled with terror.

Maternity wards looked like a tornado gone through them due to the doctors and nurses helping mothers and their infants from their beds, there's a residual of infants crying as their tiny ears can't bear the panicked voices of everyone around them.

Mothers pleading with their infants in their native tongue as they're pushed in wheelchairs by orderlies as they fled through the halls.

Children of different ages, fear in their tear latent eyes as they're comforted by their nurses, ushered through the hallways as they're led to the main area.

A little girl left her teddy bear behind by mistake, she wanted to go back for it, but her nurse refused to let her break away from her, forcing her to leave it behind.

It was left near the doorway of the little girl's room, it gotten caught on the doorframe as it was angled oddly, but the little girl didn't realise it until it was too late.

There's still traces of the felt ripped out of the teddy bear, the little girl having an iron grip on her teddy bear the moment the hospital underwent evacuation.

Tables crashing as people thoughtlessly ran into them in their panic, too stunned to stop from the adrenaline spike, they continue fleeing out of the hospital to waiting military caravans outside.

Elderly patients, some unaware of what's going on, doe-eyed as they're ushered by their doctors.

In the last bit of the residual that Paul was able to hear before it disappeared into the ether, he heard the droning sounds of approaching planes coming from the east.

Coming through the corridor into the recovery ward, Paul's angel eyes see doors ajar, some even off their hinges because of the blind panic resulting in tables slamming into them with great strength, the hinges couldn't handle the force any longer.

Poking his head through one of the opened doorways into a patient's room, Paul sees the disarray caused by the panic.

Plastic sheets ripped off their rings, EKG machine toppled over, there's broken glass everywhere, the bed turned over as a patient was forcibly picked up, either carried out or hoisted into a wheelchair.

Groaning as he rubbed his nose, Paul's hit with a foul odor, ammonia, but it wasn't the synthetic kind, natural, likely from some of the patients' colostomy baggies bursting open.

Recoiling as he stepped away from the ammonia smell, Paul turned his attention to other rooms, nothing inside them that wasn't there originally, the putrid smell of the mold growing along the walls kept him away.

No sign of the man with the illuminating eyes, though Paul suspected he wasn't far behind, seemingly waiting for the opportune time, but for what purpose, Paul can't rightly figure it out.

What he could've wanted with Paul, nothing good could come of it, he's sure of it, and after the stories he learnt from his family, he's wary of someone like this man helping him.

"Grace... are you there?" Paul called out to her in his mind, hoping she awoke wherever the abductor hid and Rebecca.

It took trying before Paul heard a quiet response, "Paul?"

Elated, Paul excitedly talked to her, asking her if she's all-right, and she immediately told him that Rebecca wasn't with her when she woke from her sedation.

"Where are you?" Paul asks her as he crept through the hospital hallway, hearing back that Taylor's somewhere in the basement, but she can't get out, it's locked from the other side.

They were careful ensuring nobody escaped the confines of the basement and she's tried looking for a way out through other means, but she didn't find any.

Glancing around, Paul felt no energy usable for him to create a temporary tear and take Taylor that way, no signs of residuals either, thus he had to look for Taylor on his own, with the only clue that she's held in the basement somewhere in the hospital.

Seeking a map of the basement, Paul went through the hallways he walked through previously back to the reception area, going behind the desk, he searched for anything useful.

Six inches of dust and grime, he found a yellowed paper with faint lines, it's a copy of the hospital map, with handwritten notes from the receptionist who used the map to guide people around the hospital during peacetime.

He sees there's elevators that went down to the basement, formerly the storage, but there's a service staircase somewhere close by, the receptionist wrote a note on the basement, but Paul didn't understand it.

Mustn't been anything good, the handwriting conveyed that she didn't like the basement much and he's suddenly started when he heard a door opening somewhere in one of the hallways.

Instinctively, Paul hid himself underneath the receptionist desk with the map in his arms.

The dust sticking to his hair, he listened to footsteps walking through the hallway.

Suede shoes, neither women wore suede shoes, he wondered if this was the doctor, but his wonderment ended as easily as it began, when he heard a metallic clank above him, and the sounds of the suede shoes retreating, they disappeared within moments, not going through any doorways, not even opening another door.

Simply gone, in the wind.

Quickly, Paul crawled from under the desk, sharply turning around, finding a key ring placed on the desk, there's two keys attached to it, differently cut, different colours.

Snapping the key ring into his hand, Paul chased after the footsteps, but he couldn't locate whoever left the key ring on the desk and he knew that whoever just came through here didn't unintentionally leave the key ring on the receptionist's desk.

Instantly, his mind went back to the man with the illuminating eyes, he had come through here, knew Paul was hiding under the desk, and left him a key ring.

Looking at the key ring, Paul chewed on his inner lip as he further questioned the man with the illuminating eyes' motives helping him, but it's quickly quashed as he hurried to free Taylor from the basement.

Using the map, Paul found his way to the service staircase, the grey steps having fresh scuffs on them, indicated that whoever came through here did so repeatedly.

Nearly sliding down to the bottom of the staircase, Paul corrected himself before rushing towards the large doors leading into the basement, barricaded with chains.

He would've simply used his Sonic Screwdriver, but Paul had a nagging feeling that he shouldn't use it, it would draw untoward attention towards him and Taylor, something he would want to avoid at all cost.

Trying the keys on the key ring, Paul found that the silver one worked, quickly he pulled the chains away from the handles, they pushed inward, and as he did, he sees Taylor crouched near the staircase, holding her sides, trembling in the darkness.

"Grace!" Paul whispered to her, causing her to raise her head up to him with a dazed look in her emerald eyes.

Lowering her arms as she stood up, Taylor coughed as she struggled to talk, saying the lights gone out, and stuttered explaining herself, before Paul calmed her by wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him as he cooed in her ear.

Since she was a child, Taylor wasn't fond cramped places with no breeze, prolonged darkness with no way of turning on the lights, she'd hunched down in a corner as she felt the walls around her closing in, the darkness looking back at her, and it was something she struggled since she adventured with Paul.

She hoped that by adventuring with him, that she could get a handle on her inexplicable fears, and while there has been strides in progress, she remained troubled by her fears.

Paul tried helping her understand these fears, where they might've come from, but she could never figure it out, even her mother couldn't explain it, either, but since her passing, Taylor doubted she'd find her answers, at all.

"Re-Rebecca," Taylor stammered as she struggled for words as she was coming down from her hyperventilating.

Comforting her, Paul assured her that they'll find her, for now, they must hurry on, so they did, as he guided her away from the basement, handing her the map as they looked for what went to the gold key on the key ring.