((Collab between Scarifar, Letter Bee, CavnderOHeart, and RoflsMazoy.))

Ascot, Vernon, and hopefully Michael would get down from the bus; Ascot then bought some iced coffee for the group from the vending machine in order to keep them from being tired. Then, the young man would go towards the hospital, activating Narrative Role of Familiarity as he did so. He would then say, "Michael, Vernon, remember that you two are not directly protected by my power, so don't stray too far from me. Also, instead of going towards the basement or highest floor, we're going directly to the girl."

He would then head towards the receptionist, trying to pass himself and his friends off as a friend of Andre's daugther; Narrative Role of Familiarity ought to shape her memories to that effect.

"Andre Baumann...?" The receptionist said. "He doesn't have a daughter checked in here. He did check in a girl a while ago, however."

The receptionist went to get a list of patients.

"She was sent in for treatment, but even though Andre Baumann is deceased he paid for it ahead of time. Here is her room number," The receptionist conitnued. 

Michael wanted to reject the coffee, not really having a taste for it, but he decided not to be rude and took it anyway. It was as bitter as he expected. He then threw it away in the nearest trash can when he figured Ascot wasn't looking and proceeded to follow them into the hospital. After giving the receptionist a quick "Thank you," Michael proceeded to follow the group as they went off towards the room. "Any ideas of what we should expect from this girl?" Michael asked once they were some distance away from the front desk.

Ascot looked at Michael as he continued on, "I am expecting that someone that can melt the heart of a blashphemer like Baumann has a remarkable quality about her; either a heart-melting innocence or a uniquely precocious personality. That or she has a unique power. But my heart says that we will have to protect her somehow; dark forces may come after her for some reason."

Vernon pursed his lips. "You are always the chivalrous knight, William. But be careful that you do not make your own boyfriend jealous."

A smile from Ascot at that, as they got to her room number. "My brother already made me acquainted with the concept of 'jealousy'; depending on the outcome of the meeting, we'll have to call him."

Vernon frowned a little afterwards, then Ascot opened the door and entered the girl's room.

The room was one of the normal ones on the second floor. One that would normally contain many patients, but there was only one here. Surprisingly she looked very similar to the spirit of the Facility, a young girl about 8 years old. The only thing missing were the bandages and scars. She looked up as the boys approached.

Ascot waved his hand, before deciding to turn off Narrative Role of Familiarity and the field it projected; he had a feeling he either didn't need it as the girl was isolated from the world, or that dishonesty would be counter productive. He would then say, "Umm...hello. My name is William Ascot; I'm a student of St. Laurel's. Your father sent me; or rather, the spirit of his house did. It's hard to explain."

Vernon was dumfounded at Ascot's sudden scruples, looking at the other boy in shock. He would then cautiously wave a hand and say, "Hi."

He then began humming a small tune with lyrics related to ice just in case he needed to stop the girl from screaming...

Michael said nothing, only giving a small wave and a smile when their eyes met. The others were already doing enough work; no need to add to the confusion they were producing.

"My father...?" She said, distractedly. It would seem there was more to the situation than met the eye. "You mean Dr. Baumann?"

Ascot nodded. "Yes; he is dead, has been for a while, but he was able to send a message saying to find you and that it was urgent."