<br/>I tap my foot, irritably. I can feel frustration mounting in me, and I know frustration makes me careless... Is this the secret this place is hiding? An asylum upstairs for relatives of the rich, a few rooms downstairs so they can visit? It can't be that boring! Who would put an asylum in an abandoned forest crawling with would be treasure hunters?<br/><br/>I don't have time for this - I head back to the section with the patients, looking back in on the blonde girl. I had good reasons not to talk to her before, and they are still good reasons. It's not a good idea. I should wait till morning, scout out the people who are staying here. Oh well.<br/><br/>I grasp the door handle and push in, trying to be as quiet as possible... if I can get to her before she's awake, maybe I can keep her from seeing me at all. Just one or two questions in a gruff voice, pinning her from behind - it might work. Who'd believe her? A voice in my head asks why *I* would believer her, but I shush it - I've come too far to get nothing from this side trip.<br/>