People are easily ignorable, if the chatter and images are not so much. He still frowns anyway. He skirts by them, side stepping patients, wheel chairs and beds with far too much ease and grace rarely exhibited in this of all places.



The room is empty by the time he gets back to it.

He doesn't even know what he's looking for. Something, anything. Except that it all looks like it should, like most of any other of the surgery rooms, like the over half dozen being used in other rooms on their floors at this same minute.

There has to be something.