[color=6ecff6][center][h2][i][b]Connor[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
[color=teal]"'Ay, Connor, you gonna come with me and map out camera, locations? We might even catch something cool just on an initial sweep"[/color]

"[color=6ecff6]Oh captain, my captain,[/color]" Connor responded with a salute and a subtle lift of the camera case he had in tow.  Despite his rough exterior, he was ready to go to work.  

As he made his way into the place, there was a definitely density in the air.  It was akin to a retirement home, in a way.  It was like a humid feeling of old age that seemed almost palpable.  There was no doubt that this institution was rich in history.  

He then heard Dylan's suggestion about splitting up and slowly shook his head in utter disappointment.

"[color=6ecff6]Bro, you're completely disregarding Rule Number 2,[/color]" he explained in jest.  "[color=6ecff6]I'm fairly certain we've all lost our V card, so death is obviously imminent.  Now you want us to split up in the haunted sanitarium [i]OF HELL?![/i][/color]"  He let the point sit for a beat or two before finally adding, "[color=6ecff6]but, yeah, he's totally right.  We should definitely split up if we're going to map out our stills[/color]." His crooked grin left no doubt that he was amused with himself.  "[color=6ecff6]Shotgun Baxy![/color]" he exclaimed, claiming his initial partner.  "[color=6ecff6]We go left and you go right?[/color]" His question was posed to Dylan, his comrade in camerasmithing.  This place was not small and running the layout was going to take a decent amount of time.

After hearing Nora's revelation about the EMF readings, Connor raised an inquisitive eyebrow.  As his eyes darted around the dark and dank lobby, he silently questioned whether or not this would truly be [i]it[/i].  Would this finally be the real deal?  Only time, and camera footage, would tell.