It was very interesting to see how three different servants responded differently to the exact same situation. If Ciel had taken Sebastian, he would have just broken down the door and kill anyone who would have distracted him from his goal. If he had taken Eleanora, she would have fallen back and devised a plan—strategy over brawn.
Grell's method was to walk straight into the hospital, check into the front desk, and spend several minutes wandering around aimlessly in the hallways, flirting with the occasional doctor.
"Can we hurry this up, please?" Ciel finally asked. "We're kind of on schedule, here."
"Relax," Grell said. "I've got everything under control!"
"Really? Then can you find me information on the Aurora Society?"
"Certainly! All we have to do is find the Records Room."
"And…Do you know where this room is?"
"I will in a bit," Grell said and stopped another doctor. "Excuse me, but can you tell me where the Records Room is?"
The doctor gave them directions and then Ciel had to practically drag Grell away from him.
"Now, focus. It took us too long to get here, and it'll take us too long to get back, and we need to be back before morning."
"But…What exactly are we even looking for?"
"How many times must I tell you? Information on the Aurora Society!"
Grell's eyes rolled, but Ciel was already opening and rifling through file cabinets. Eventually Grell started doing the same.
They searched for as many hours as they could before stopping.
"Any luck?" Ciel asked.
"None whatsoever," Grell said, looking around the room. "And I'm pretty sure we searched everywhere. Do you suppose we have the wrong hospital? Or the wrong room?"
"No—I think that this whole thing was a big waste of time," Ciel sighed. "Think about it: why would they let us just walk through a hospital after hours? Why did nobody question us wandering around? And why has nobody stopped us from looking through all of these files?"
"…Disgruntled employees…?"
"…It's because there's nothing here, Grell. Anything so much as hinting to the Aurora Society has either been moved or destroyed—it's probably the first thing the Society did when they realized how much in trouble they were. Come on, let's go home."
"Oh," Grell said. "I'm sorry, Master Ciel."
"It doesn't matter," Ciel shrugged. "I should have anticipated this. I only hope that Eleanora is doing alright."