INT. - ST. BONIFACE HOSPITAL - NIGHT

Gideon whistled as he entered the elevator and pressed the button to the correct floor. He adored these little errands, especially when it meant gathering more sheep to his flock.

Utterly delightful.

A simple smile and a push of his charm at the night nurses had him cruising past their station, through the pediatrics ward. The scent of all that young death invigorated him, set his dervish heart to pitter pat with the delight ...