The hospital cafeteria smelled of old bread and something else that Wylie couldn't place. It was located on the sixth floor of the Britshire Hospital, next door to the pediatrics ward and underneath of the abandoned Psych ward. Wylie walked over to the small corner, where the coffee and vending machines were. He didn't dare try anything from the actual cafeteria, they smelled of rotten meat and old apples. He quickly purchased the coffees and was about to make his way back to where his parents were when he saw Linh sitting by the windows.

"Hey," he said, dropping into the seat opposite to her. "What are you thinking about?"

"Just about Fitz, how unlike the others, he didn't die all at once. And I don't know if that's a good thing."

"At least they're together now."

"What?"

"Sophie and Fitz, at least they're together now."

"Yeah, they are."

"Hey Wylie?" she asked suddenly.

"Yes, Linh?"

"I love you."

"Thank you."

"I don't think that's what you're supposed to say when someone says I love you for the first time."

"Unless you can prove it to me with scientific facts I will continue to assume that it is the appropriate response."

Linh looked down at her hands, they were in her lap being tangled into a position that didn't look too comfortable.

"Linh," he said. She looked up. "I love you too." She scooted her chair over to the other side of the table and kissed him. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed the top of her head and rested his cheek on her scalp.

"You know, I never imagined the first time I said I love you to be in a hospital cafeteria at three am."

"You imagined the first time you said I love you to me?"

"Shut up."

"Make me." She kissed him again, longer this time, only breaking the kiss when they needed to breathe. Linh looked at the coffees Wylie had gotten.

"Do you think that Della and Tiergan want their drinks now."

"Oh, right, those."

They were walking down the hallway on their way to the elevators when Linh stopped and sniffed at the air.

"Do you smell something?" she asked. He looked around, the hallway was clear of really anything. Save for a few medical carts and a hand washing station sunk into the wall. There was nothing that could have produced a smell but it was there a rotten smell that was almost sweet.

"It might be coming from over there," Linh said stepping over an overturned mop and towards a door. The paint had faded quite a bit but Wylie could see the faint outlines of the words Service Stairs. "I think these lead to the seventh floor." The seventh floor of the Britshire Hospital had been closed down for years after the last psych patient died they had no more use for it and it was abandoned. He felt like he was in a horror movie, which should have scared the hibbie jibbies out of him but instead he was fueled with curiosity. The smell only got stronger as they went up the stairs, growing more and more unbearable.

"Quick question," Wylie asked. "Where's Tam?"

"I don't know, he might have mumbled something along the lines of going back to your house or something, not wanting to intrude. Why?

"Oh, just wondering." They were at the top of the stairs now.

Linh pushed open the door. A cloud of dust rose up from the floor, Linh and Wylie pulled out their phones and turned on the flashlights. The entire ward was covered in a thick layer of dust. There was only one disturbance, a set of footprints leading towards one of the rooms. The light sparkled off of something in the corner, a lockpick. Not just any lockpick it was bedazzled with pink and golden rhinestones. It was Biana's.

Wylie picked up the lockpick and turned it over in his hands. Property of Biana Vacker was engraved by hand on one of the smooth sides. Linh looked over his shoulder and he put his hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp. He turned to her and put a finger to his lips and mouthed the words We have to be quiet. Just in case. Linh nodded in understanding. They made their way over to the footprints, they lead to one of the more secluded rooms in the ward. Wylie opened the door.

The smell of rotting was so strong that Wylie had to cover his nose with his sleeve. Linh did the same beside him. Their flashlights scanned the room. There was so much dust that at first, they didn't notice it. But then their flashlights came to a stop on the bed and they both screamed.

It was Biana. Well, what was left of Biana. Her face was gaunt and waxy, and it had a yellowish tint to it, like old paper. She was holding her purse and beside the bed was her suitcase. She had been here since just after Keefe had died. That was almost two months ago. Linh and Wylie looked at each other. And ran for the exit.

They ran and ran until Wylie's head collided with something. He fell back on the floor. Tam was standing up, looking flustered and rubbing his head from where it had hit Wylie's jaw.

"Good I found you." he started, not seeming to notice the fact that Linh and Wylie were both covered in dust, coffee from when Wylie had dropped the cups and sporting twin faces of horror. "I was going home when I realized that they couldn't've known that Dex had been in the candy store. At least not when we were in there."

"Where are you going with this?" asked Linh.

"I'm saying that I thought that Dex had gone back to the candy store. And I was right. I went to his house and then Juline let me in thinking that I had been working on something with him, which is not important. On his desk was a note that he had written to himself. Excalibrate236 I thought that it was his password or something, until, when I was looking at his computer I saw something, Dex had gone back and placed a camera in the tunnels where you found me."

"But they would have captured him and killed him before he had a chance to start the program."

"Not if he was Dex, he obviously had a password on the computer and that was what the "Excalibrate" stuff was, but now we have a camera that they don't think is operational in their hideout."

"What does that mean?" asked Wylie.

"It means that we now know all the members of the Periculos."

(A:/N) Allison: I will be the first to admit that I know almost nothing about corpses. I quite frankly I don't want to know, Just imagine what a two-month-old dead body would look like if there were no anything to help decompose them.

On another note, that was the last death for a while, or was it? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Anyways, bye for now, Allison.