Deanna: "I think I may have found what you guys need."

Deanna joined the group quietly, and while her outward expression hadn't changed much throughout the night, she was clearly irate and quickly losing patience.

Deanna: "Since you seemed to think it was a good idea to go running off without telling me where we would be meeting back up, I had to do a bit of wandering around the hospital to find you guys. It would appear that there's a new maternity ward going in, and work is nearly complete."

James: "Does it matter if we're not near Emily?"
Abigail: "Right now, even standing in this room, none of us are near Emily. That body lying in that bed is just a shell, an empty vessel. There's nothing of the woman you knew as Emily Laine. The ritual can take place anywhere."

Mary: "Deanna, exactly how 'nearly complete' are these rooms?"
Deanna: "It looked to me like the only thing they had left to do was paint. There was plumbing and lighting, but just drywall and nothing in the way of beds or anything."

Mary: "It sounds precisely like what we need. What are we waiting for? Let's get this started."
Deanna: "I'm pretty sure there's a back way in we can use so we don't draw attention to ourselves, especially since you're all going to help me drag in the ridiculous amount of ice you made me buy."