The receptionist seemed quite unfazed by the ghostly visitation - in Final Destination City, conversing with Dusknoirs bearing fruitbaskets was hardly the strangest thing in their line of work. She simply gave Gideon the directions, and let him on his way.

Vinnie himself had spent the night curled up on his side and shivering as he stared into the empty dark. What sleep he had was restless, populated by fog-filled memories.

His bandages had yet to be changed, but at least the custodians had taken to the sick that had painted itself all over the floor. It seemed like he was finally partaking in some sleep at last, though it was likely just from passing out from pure exhaustion. His face was furrowed in a slight frown that was distinctly absent the night before, and he twitched every now and then.

Was it worth waking him up?