"Yes, but why would she do something like that, even if she could?"  Scott pointed out.  "You don't think she--"<br/><br/>He scowled, as the thought uncurled in his mind, like a big ugly bat.  "Team building exercise," he growled. "Trying to get her patients to work together, or something.  Oh, my god."<br/><br/>He read the words on the wall, puzzling over "Chezbord" until Deacon explained it.  "Chessboard Zero? What the fuck is that? Is that supposed to be some kind of clue?  Fuck this, I'm not in the mood for playing games." Shaking his head, he wanders back to the door, puzzling over the symbol.  Something about it seems vaguely familiar.  Without knowing why, he puts his hand on the symbol...