Yolanda gave Mason a scowl before heading over to the door which lead into the reception area. She opened the door after a short struggle, muttering something about 'damned old hinges', and stepped inside. 

Sweeping the light along the floor, she approached the small desk and opened the now rotting wooden drawers. There was nothing in the first couple besides dust and dead insects, but in the third was a folder. It was clearly old, the lettering faded and a musty smell emanating from the pages.

Yolanda set her torch on the surface of the desk and sat down before it, the old chair giving a groan of protest. Opening the folder, she almost jumped out of the chair when something slipped out. A photo. Just a photo. Gathering herself, she picked it up and inspected it. It was sepia toned and blurry, but a young woman could still be seen. She was pretty, dark haired and a smiling face.

Setting the photo aside, Yolanda put the files up closer to the light so that she might be able to read what had been written. Next to the small written word of 'name' were three words. Josephine Ann White. She glanced away from the pages and to her friend.

"I found a patient."