Brígh reached the morgue, paid the driver, wished him a safe evening in English, no point in assuming someone speaking the language, and then walked up to the door of the morgue.<br/><br/><em>"Who thought it was a good day to be outside at night ?"</em>she thought to herself as she walked up to the morgue, rubbing her shoulders for a moment to keep the chills down,<em>"You're such baby, Brígh. Afraid of a little darkness."</em><br/><br/>She rang the bell of the morgue trying to look calm and dignified like she could turn you into a newt with a snap of her fingers, but failed at that. Instead her attention went to the woodwork around the door, and she just managed to look distracted and lost.