Marc crouched down to examine Sara. "Speak to me," he urged her as he reached out and put a careful hand on her shoulder. "Tell me everything you feel, everything you know, everything you suspect. I need you to talk to me. You're acting like she died."
A little voice inside whispered she was insane, she truly belonged here as a patient, but he refused to listen. And even if she was, maybe he could help her feel better. Regardless of why she acted like this, he saw in her a fragile woman who needed someone with her right now, and that person would be him.

"Two nurses were talking about cleaning out her room because she went home. That's all I know." He rubbed his face. "We need to find her. I don't know where to look for her, but we have to try." He looked at Dia. "You were part of her. Do you have a link of some sort that can help find her?" While he loved being able to touch Dia, right now it would have been easier if she was still a spirit, who could move through walls. He didn't voice that, as it was pointless to bring it up. They had to form a plan with what they had.