The two Porters were heading there because the Neuro held the final stop for some patients; the up-to-date-once-upon-a-time morgue. The old St. Agnes morgue had been cleared of its previous residents and converted into basement style offices. It would be forever encased in aging brick, forever dank, forever moist, and forever windowless.
After crossing the bridge, they turned right and took the elevator down to the basement. They exited into a long grey hallway stretching away to both the left and right. To the right was the ambulance entrance, along with a bench that would no doubt be currently occupied by Xavier, their resident homeless man. The pair turned left and walked ten paces before coming to the morgue door. They pressed the buzzer and waited.
A squat man in forest green scrubs
