"No, there's always something," Yolanda muttered, more to herself than Daniel. "It has to be something about the asylum itself."

She had been pacing and suddenly whirled to him, her hand flat against her forehead and the other on her hip. She soon quirked a finger of the hand against her forehead at him. "Can you get us into the lower parts of this place? There's got to be a basement or something."

Yolanda had no idea what she was talking about, honestly. She was working simply on a hunch and a fair amount of primal instinct. Wasn't it ingrained in humans to run away from danger? That's what she was feeling and that's what she was ignoring.