Several days later, on a cold morning, the sun shone weakly through the windows of Vitner Hospital, an up-to-date physician establishment boasting professional humorists, its own leech farm, even an attached chapel to excise the possessed. This beacon of learned medicine was built on the coast and heavily walled as to keep its patients from hurting themselves by excursions. The grand irony was that the only sure escape was to plummet from one's window to the rocks and waves below, a proposition the insane were fond of trying. Those patients still inside the confines of 'hospital' were probably the sanest lot there, doctors included.<br/><br/>Dressed in a simple white gown and tied to a table, the elf was surrounded by strange surgeons. Tannow was not there, having earlier promised to see her once she was cured. The procedure, whatever it was, would require that #74's head was bound so tightly that she was not afforded even minimal movement, 'for your own safety'. As it was her head had not yet been so restrained, though the rest of her bonds were in place.<br/><br/>There was still time, if Setrina surfaced. Otherwise... It might have been the end of her, and only Number would continue on.