The air inside of the building had a clean smell, like it had been scrubbed and ionized and filtered relentlessly, more like what it smelled like right after a particularly heavy rain storm than the antiseptic, medical odor of a hospital.

I walked to the reception desk, looking for a buzzer to ring any possible attendant with. I didn't see one, but upon further inspection of the desk, I could see an array of a couple of monitors displaying security feeds from outside of the building as well as one that was looking down on us. I checked really quickly but couldn't locate the camera. It must have been pretty small, though, since the walls over the doors behind the desk were completely featureless.

"It's eerily quiet in here," Hunter commented. He was looking at the Ficus tree on the right side of the desk, apparently trying to decide if it was real or a fake.

I turned to check on Janine, momentarily concerned that she had wandered off to someplace else in the complex, but she was still outside of the building, shifting around, watching us through the glass. I gestured for her to come in, but she gave me an "as-if" look in response.

I turned back around, checking the doors for an access panel. I thought that we'd be able to use the keycards to open them and at least find out if they went upstairs or, as Hunter suspected, downstairs.

"There's no switch for the doors," I noted.

"You're right. But there is a callbox behind the desk," he replied.