Mary: "Oh my god! I think this guy is having a heart attack or choking or something! Code blue!"

The receptionist made a call and jumped out from behind her desk and over to the man. Mary stepped back as two nurses and a doctor swarmed the waiting room and took the vitals of the bewildered looking man. She slipped into the door to the stairwell unnoticed, then ran up to the third floor and cautiously poked her head into the hallway before stepping through.

Dr. Sutherland said coma girl was in the room next to hers, which left only two rooms to search. She tried the one closest to the stairwell first, and found a sleeping girl - dark hair, pale. She was probably beautiful once. Now she looked broken.

Mary picked up a bedpan and let it clatter to the floor. The girl didn't stir.

Mary: "Seems pretty coma-like…"

She picked up the girl's chart - Katrina Wilson. She skimmed through the chart briefly - there were a lot of medical terms and abbreviations.

Mary: "Okay, Kat, I don't really care what your story is, but it might help Abigail, so I'm going to borrow it for a bit. I'll also need a lock of hair, if you don't mind."

Mary stood over the girl, hesitating as she pulled out the scissors. She was reluctant to make any sort of physical contact, even though Abigail hadn't warned against it.

Mary: "Probably because she's about to send us all marching to our doom after you anyway…"

Mary lay the scissors down on the bedside table and took a pair of latex gloves from the box on the counter. She put them on and then gingerly pulled a piece of the girl's hair away from her face and snipped it off. Then she peeled off the gloves, catching the lock of hair inside and then stuffing it all into her pocket.

Mary: "See you later, kiddo. Hope your dreams aren't as bad as mine."