The rainfall in Mortem, New Mexico had been lightening up thankfully over the past couple of weeks since the Halloween incident. It seemed that it rained almost everyday here in the fall time. Your footsteps faintly clicked on the puddled pavement as you approached the large hospital near the heart of the city, now knowing your way after getting a little lost the first time.

You, my friend, were somewhat of an acquaintance to Jacques - whom you more often referred to or knew as Mr. Murnau. You had met him in the past after you had simply ran into a conversation between him & a co-worker of yours, being briefly introduced. Afterwards, you'd occasionally see him & talked with him, though like most remained cautious & almost frightened, knowing he was a powerful man.

When you first came to visit, he was unconscious, heavily sedated, & severely burned still. Doctors said he'd need a while to finally breathe on his own, so you decided that today might be better. You were given a visitor sticker & ascended up to his floor, slowly peeking into his shared room. The bed closest to the door was empty & dim. You found him sitting up in his own, dressed in a gown & bandages with his skin looking more healed, & a cast to his leg where he was shot. The black eye was gone by now. He was writing in a small logbook he apparently kept in his coat, with his former work clothes draped on one of the chairs in the room.

Thinking you were another employee he looked up, but was surprised to see you instead. His face showed it all, perking up & a little confused. You knew each other, yes, but you weren't best friends. He assumed he wasn't that important to anyone, & most certainly not you.

".. What're you doing here?"