Ignatius cursed under his breath as the elevator slowly rumbled it's way back up. He had escorted Dr. T down to the lobby with the intent of having him help Tila-Rose through the admissions process. As soon as the doors had opened, however, he had noticed the wooden clock on the wall. Twelve-thirty stared him dead in the face, and he had realized that he was due to meet the newest addition to the staff at precisely that time.<br/>Ignatius had no choice but to leave the de facto doctor alone with the new patient. He couldn't miss his appointment. The fact that he was going to be late for it already annoyed him enough.<br/><br/><br/>He was hardly ever late to anything. The incident with Jessica earlier in the morning must have muddled his mind, he told himself.<br/><br/>Dr. Ignatius' slim frame was through the doors before they had even finished opening. He could see that Custodio, the latino janitor, had already cleaned up the bloody mess that Gunther had left in the second floor's east wing. Instead of turning down that wing as he had last time, however, he turned and walked down the west wing.<br/><br/>Sorting his notes and forms before going into her office, Ignatius slowed his breathing. It would seem strange to walk into the new doctor's office red-faced and out of breath. He slicked back his black hair and straightened his under his white medical jacket, then reached for the copper-hued metallic door handle.<br/><br/>He stopped and chided himself before opening it. Though he was the senior medical professional in this establishment, that still did not give him the right to barge into the other doctors' offices. He withdrew his hand, curled it into a fist, and rapped three times on the thick, dark-stained hemlock door.