Yolanda reached out and flicked one of his legs, an indication that she didn't care for his relaxed posture. Rolling her eyes, she gave a short nod. "I'm relaxed. I'm relaxed."

Even to her own ears did her tone sound false. Cursing inwardly, she allowed a small laugh to escape at Mason's joke. It did make her feel marginally better and for a moment she thought the night would just be one for a few laughs and making a silly documentary. But as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, she thought that wouldn't be the case.

After about twenty minutes - which passed much faster than she cared for - Piaget Asylum loomed on the horizon, shrouded in not only the darkness of the night but seemingly a darkness of its own, one that emanated from within and spread outwards over the estate. It was a hulking mass, five storeys high and sprawling. 

Yolanda shivered a little as they approached, her eyes fixated on the front entrance, two grimy yet grand windows facing outwards, returning her stare. 
"If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." She thought suddenly, a thought thoroughly unwelcome. But as the asylum stared at the approaching teenagers, Yolanda could only feel they were what was unwelcome.