Julian thought calling the authorities would be the best idea. After all, they were there on official business and it wasn't illegal to enter an unlocked door, right? Well... sorta. Perhaps Charlie was right though, and since she was the boss, she got to decide what they did. Julian allowed himself to be yanked back towards the office, his brain not feeling like working up excuses or reasons to not hold her hand.

The journey back to the office was just as long as the jaunt out, but Julian was even more quiet, trying to parse what he had just seen. How could someone be that insane and still be allowed down here? Everyone had an important role to fill in this city, from research to engineering to construction. What was hers before she went crazy? The garden near her house suggested perhaps botany played a role, or perhaps that was just a hobby of hers. In any case, Julian couldn't get the images out of his head: the lifeless rotting skull staring back at him from the comfort of the woman's embrace as she shoveled wedding cake down her gullet. 

Julian shuddered, and his grip tightened on Charlie's hand.

They finally arrived, and Julian closed the door behind them before leaning against it. "You really know how to pick them," he muttered with exhaustion. "Please tell me we're getting paid well for this job."