Harme tried speaking, but couldn't bring herself to. Whether it was because of her illness or because she had been deeply moved by Robin's words, she didn't let on. When she did finally gain her voice she spoke softly and warmly to Robin and smiled gently at the young girl. "My dear, never believe that you are not as important as I am. Everyone is. That is what the Doctor believes and it has been my belief too for a long time."<br/><br/>No attacks came while they ran through the corridors. Just like the cafeteria they encountered no signs of life. It seemed that every level of the hospital was completely deserted, from corridors to the rooms of the patients. Although neither Rogan nor the Doctor stopped for a moment to comment on the missing people, it was clear from the urgent way they ran that both of them were angered by the turn of events.<br/><br/>If the innocent people of board turned out to bed dead, there was no doubt that both of them would make whoever killed them pay.<br/><br/>"Up ahead Doctor!" Harm coughed as they turned a corner and came across a heavy bolted door with the plaque that bore the same symbol as Rogan's armor. Gathering what little strength she had, Harme pressed her hands against the great symbol and whispered something to it before stepping back as it vanished and the door opened with a heavy clunk.<br/><br/>Harme's room was neat and tidy, but it looked as if no one had used it in quite a while. A great white desk stood in the middle of the room, resembling a sort of flat cloud with legs. Built into it's surface was a large black screen that seemed similar to the screens on the tablet computers around the hospital. Behind it lay an even larger plaque of the strange cat symbol, surrounded by pictures of healthy looking patients who had sent their thanks to Harme for curing them of their ills.<br/><br/>The Doctor rushed about the room once they had entered. He began to check every nook and cranny of the room, presumably to look for foes and hidden traps.<br/><br/>He checked under the desk, around the plaque, under the chairs and even checked the strange empty fish tank that stood adjacent to the desk by plunging his head into it before pulling himself out and shaking his blonde messy hair free of the water.<br/><br/>"No threats in there. Just a Sea Puppy tank," he panted before running his fingers through his hair and looking over his shoulder at Harme. "Never figure you the type to keep a Sea Puppy."<br/><br/>"I named him the Doctor," Harme said with a weak chuckle. "Something to remind me of my idol and savior."<br/><br/>"Oh stop, you'll make me blush," the Doctor said before shaking out his hair again. "Rogan take up point. Robin stay alert. Harme, find the memoirs."<br/><br/>They nodded and set about their work. Rogan aimed his rifle at the door, whilst Harme began to touch random places of the large black screen whilst whispering code words under her breath. Once she was done she gazed over the pictures of patients, until eventually she came across a photo of a small boy with a head wrapped entirely in bandages.<br/><br/>"There we are," she whispered before reaching out to the photograph and twisting the image, which had turned out to be the door to a secret compartment. "Once we have my memoirs I can trust them to you, Doctor. You can take them and spread the word without endangering any more lives. And I can finally rest in pea-" Harme stopped talking and let out a wail of despair. "No! This can't be! They're gone!"<br/><br/>Sure enough, the compartment was empty.<br/><br/>"They have my memoirs..." Harme whispered before slumping into the chair behind her desk and shutting her eyes. "All is lost."<br/><br/>"Robin," the Doctor spoke softly as he turned to face her. "What can you hear now?" He asked, sounding on edge. It was strange, but he didn't look like a man who just found out their efforts had been for nothing. Instead, he looked like someone expecting danger.