<strong>Alana</strong><br/><br/>While the others search, Alana pauses, thinking. She takes a look around, then draws in a deep breath. And she smells ... the same smells she always smells in the clinic. Focusing on improving or altering her sense of smell isn't working. She gets the impression that, although she can change herself into just about anything it would seem, there are limitations on what abilities that might impart.<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric and Sandy</strong><br/><br/>They had searched the third floor, and were back down on the second, making a more thorough look of the individual rooms. Alana was paused at one end of the hall while Eric, accompanied by Rachel, checked into a set of rooms, Sandy looking into another.<br/><br/>Sandy opens a door and looks inside to see yet another empty patient room, with two empty beds. She lets the door slide shut when she hears a sound. Turning, she walks down the hall a few steps, then hears a creaking noise coming from behind one of the doors. It was coming from a room she hadn't checked yet.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Jackson</strong><br/><br/>Jackson bursts through the doors into the emergency room, nearly knocking one off it's metal track. He can see the blue light coming straight down through the ceiling. Rene and Virgina are shielding their eyes from the glare, but in the center of the beam is Desmond, still lying on the table.<br/><br/>The beam suddenly disappears. Desmond is apparently still unconscious, but his body is shaking like he's having a seizure.<br/><br/>"What the hell is going on ...," Rene starts to cry, then something else happens.<br/><br/>Arcs of blue electricity suddenly spin off from Desmond, trailing across the floor and up the walls. His body rises into the air as though carried by the crackling tendrils of electricity. There is a sudden burst of energy, and Desmond rises up fast, slamming into the ceiling. Suddenly the strands of electricity go wild, sending Desmond flinging about the room, slamming into a cabinet, then back up to the ceiling, like he were a rag doll being flung about by a giant.