if magnificence keeps trying windows he will find a window that is UNGUARDED.

SCORE.

The humans are STANDING IN PLACE.

There are MACHINES on ASSEMBLY LINES.

Each human tightens a bolt, or paints metal, or adds a piece to a machine.

They all look very very very unhappy.

why are they so unhappy to be making things???

he will take a picture in case anyone else knows more about why the humans might be unhappy??????

...it might not be a very good picture.

A lot of the humans are being yelled at by the other humans!

This seems to be a thing that happens a LOT here.

are they STILL talking about sports. what is UP with that. he has never seen sports make anyone this unhappy before.

what a bizarre place. oh oh oh can he tell WHAT they are making.

he CANNOT tell what they are making.

is there a place with things that are FINISHED.

there is NO place with finished things.

THAT'S VERY WEIRD. he does not think that is how MAKING THING usually works.

maybe they are standing at the machines for NO reason. have they considered NOT doing that while they are SO SAD about SPORTS.

anyway he should probably go find anita again.

Anita, meanwhile, is disinclined to take risks or poke around too much; she's mostly looking for conversations to listen in to.

A lot of the sad, listless people seem to be sadly and listlessly purchasing pastries and then idly flipping through magazines without really reading them.

Figures. Well. If there's anything further to investigate here, then... maybe she can come back later and say she's looking for a job. That'd probably be the easiest way to get in.

For now maybe she'll just see if she can collect the monkey and head back to the hotel.

Meanwhile-- 

A storm is blowing in, its thunderhead rolling in dark and low, lightning splaying across the sky and touching the sea.

The hospital was constructed as a sprawling mansion in the 18th century, replacing a few 16th century buildings. It was renovated into a modest, private hospital in 1901. It's six stories tall, made of sturdy stone. The interior hallways are cramped and dark, but the wards are located along the outer walls, with large windows letting in a great deal of light. Nurses go by with vials and syringes filled with what appears to be Nectar.

(The weather is probably not the guy from the boat who might not exist. Sometimes there are thunderstorms. They happen. Thunderstorms are perfectly natural.)

There are two guards standing in the lobby and there's a receptionist.

Receptionist first. He does not know enough to pass for a visiting doctor, not here. "Hello, my name's Thomas Lee, I'm an intern at the county records department, do you know where I'd find the hospital records?"

"What do you need the records for?"

"It's for cause of death statistics, someone did their math wrong so I'm supposed to do it over."

The receptionist considers this. "Better you than me. --I haven't seen you before?"

"You wouldn't have, I started interning about a month ago?" Tired smile. "It's been a lot of paperwork and not a lot of anything interesting."

The receptionist gives him the sympathetic face of People Who Spend All Their Time Putting Things In Files And Then Taking Things Out Of Files.

"It's in the back, here's the key."

"Thank you so much."

And Then They May Go Look At Files.

In the records room, there are records.

Specifically, the records for Lela Donovan and Tereza Doe.

....Lela having a mystery illness in March last year seems. Ominous.