"All of it." Remember the phantom instinct to sweep the place with a flashlight beam, cutting through the water damage and musty dark and the cratered floorboards of a caved-in school floor and he checks his footing, just to make sure - but there's nothing beneath. Nothing but grass and dirt and old, filthy tile.

"The walls, the floors. It's just - it looks like it's been abandoned for years."

Broken glass crunches underfoot. The treads on his shoes have been worn to almost absolute smoothness, and he slips on the ground as he moves toward a set of dilapidated shelves.

"Test tubes...I think there's some first aid kits." It helps him breathe out, just a little. "Not exactly hospital material."