The door was locked. Jorick knocked to get the attention of a lady in scrubs. She gave him a long once over through the window before she cracked the door. "What do you want?"

Jorick met her eyes and her shoulders relaxed. With a nod, she opened the door, then motioned them to follow her. They passed a desk where another woman sat, her attention on her phone. Without looking up, she asked, "Who was it, Carolyn?"

"Visitors," their guide murmured.

"If you say ...