Yolanda laughed as Mason toppled backwards, covering her mouth as the sound echoed more than she would have thought. It wasn't just that she was afraid of getting caught; she knew most avoided the old building and their were no guards posted.

But, in a strange way, she felt compelled to speak at a respectful near whisper, as if the asylum itself was a stern teacher who demanded quiet. She grimaced slightly, as if the thought pained her, before giving her friend a small smile as they stepped through the rusted gates.

"Now or never," Yolanda agreed as she turned and quickly picked up the bags behind her, having almost forgotten them. 'Focus', she snapped internally. Focus. Walking forwards, the asylum loomed up further, growing as they approached. The air felt almost tangible, as if it could be cut through with a blade. Heavy.

Yolanda, with more effort than had ever been necessary, continued walking until they reached the front entrance of the main building. Boards were nailed over it, signs screaming 'KEEP OUT' in a loud red adorned the boards, displaying the message in multiple different languages. It was sound advice.

Stepping up the three steps and onto the small cement landing, she saw how sturdy the boards were. They had clearly been placed recently. Cursing quietly, she turned and descended the stairs, frowning at Mason. "I think we'll have to break a window, hofnar." 

Yolanda often referred to Mason as 'hofnar'. She hadn't revealed the meaning of the word to him, thinking it funny to watch him try and guess what it translated to. It was the Afrikaans word for 'jester', something she thought befitting because of his happy and joke filled disposition.