A tin flask from the orderlies' humble station proved suitable for taking a sample of crimson ooze. It was a thick substance left behind and did not flow well into the flask's opening, but an application of open flame burned through the viscous tension to separate a sample from the whole. Whatever intellect once animated it was gone, now. A dial at the pump's base sealed it tight to ensure that evil could not return.<br/><br/>Instead, the thrumming in the asylum walls was traveling elsewhere, and when it stopped, the Red Woman had reached wherever it was she fled to.<br/><br/>The porcelain masks of either slain orderly were joined by some specialized tool, as Eloise's had been. Failing such a tool, or the lockpicks to spoof the mechanism, removing the mask might require cracking open the porcelain like an egg. Little enough of Eloise's mask remained after this process that it would take magic to repair.<br/><br/>The clothes, however, those drab grey clothes, were salvageable but for the splash of lifeblood. There had been outfits like them, laid out on the guest room bed in freshly laundered and pressed condition, which smothered the soul to even consider donning. Doctor Heinfroth suggested walking among the patients in their own uniform would comfort them, but there had not been any wisdom in that until now.