"I don't think I'm ready to do this all over again" I whispered with a sigh as I changed my position on the floor to be more comfortable.

He nodded, barely seen in the dim light. "If you do as I say, this time won't be half as complicated."

"I hardly believe that" I said, and he shut me up right after, looking down at the floor with a concentrated look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I whispered, trying to be as quiet as possible.

He shook his head, leaning in to speak quietly into my ear. "A nurse will walk past the door in a couple minutes. The same one that took you away two days ago. We must stay silent."

"I don't like this" I sighed. "No offence, but people in your century are jerks."

He gave me an obvious look. "Cannot disagree. Silent, now" he simply replied.

He looked down as we heard some faint steps on the ground, taking a deep breath when the sound faded away.

I leant against the door again. "Will you ever tell me what's your deal?"

"What are you talking about?" He said frowning.

"Why were you admitted, I mean."

"I don't see how that's any of your interest."

"I deserve to know if... you know, there's something wrong. Since we're stuck together and you told me you were admitted into a fucking asylum" I hissed moving away from him.

He gave me a harsh look, passing a hand through his dark curls. "Do not worry, if something was wrong with me, it was fixed when I..." he let his voice drift away, realising how crude his sentence would've sounded. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" He added fast to fill the awkward silence that had followed his words.

"You still haven't proven otherwise, have you?" I asked back.

"Didn't think I had to prove my mental sanity." He stood up and started pacing nervously back and forth in the little room.

"Can you stop? You're being loud and I don't want to be discovered" I whispered harshly.

"Nobody's near" he replied before kneeling in front of me. "Do you truly think I'm crazy?" He asked quietly.

"Can you really blame me?"

He sighed. "I angered someone."

I frowned, not understanding. "What?"

"You wanted to know why I was admitted."

"Who did you tick off?"

He gave me a faint smile and stood up. "We need to move. Someone will come in soon."

"Where are we going?"

"Closer to the entrance of the Male Ward. There is a spare room, nobody will bother us in there" he replied.

"Why didn't we go there in the beginning?" I asked, confused.

"Why do you think it's a spare room?" He put his hand on the doorknob, slowly turning it to unlock the door as silently as possible.

"I don't think I understand."

He turned to look at me, the yellowish electric light coming inside from the corridor touching his pale skin. "Sometimes people disappear."

"Like you?" I asked him, and he gave me a little, but long lasting, glance, the pain in his eyes being quickly replaced by a faint smile from a hidden irony, that didn't reach his eyes.

He looked down as he spoke. "Probably" he said, so quietly that I barely heard him. He cleared his throat, looking up again and raising his voice a bit. "Everyone knows where they go. Not quite sure of how they end up there, though."

I felt my chest tighten, finally understanding what he'd meant. "Where do they end up?" I asked quietly, for confirmation.

"Six feet underground." He looked away from me, taking in a deep, but shaky, breath. He shook his head, opening the door wider and exiting the room.

My mouth falls open as a shiver ran down my spine. "Oh." I stayed silent for a while, as I took in his words. "Hang the fuck on, are you telling me that people get murdered here?" I said out loud as soon as I realised, getting out after him. I widened my eyes as soon as I took in what had just come out of my mouth. Was that what had happened to him too? I'd always supposed that what had happened to him had been a terrible mistake, or the result of some fight. But what if the truth was a completely different one?

"Keep quiet" he reprimanded me. "I never said they get killed. I only said they die."

"Yes but how - how does it happen? Is that normal here?" I asked, even more confused and scared than before.

He sighed. "Of course it isn't. Remember how I told you the lights turn off at eleven? Mysterious things happen at that time."

"Like what?" I asked again.

"People disappear. Turns change. Not sure. Can you please stop asking? We will be found if you continue" he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, going back to walking.

"You can't tell me stuff like that and expect me to say nothing-" I started to say, grabbing his wrist to keep him from moving forward, but I silenced myself when he turned around.

"If they see us, it will be a disaster" he simply said, getting the message straight across, before turning again.

I was about to walk behind him again, but a sudden warmth in my hand caught my attention before I could do so. I looked down, furrowing my eyebrows when I realised my fingers were still tightly wrapped around his wrist. "Harry" I whispered, hoping that it would've been enough to catch his attention. I sighed when he completely ignored me, calling his name softly again.

"What is it now?" He asked quietly, giving me a sharp glare from over his shoulder.

I looked down between us, where my hand was touching his arm. "Your wrist" I said faintly.

He turned around again, a confused look finding its way onto his face when he realised I was gripping his wrist. "How is it possible?" He asked, trying to understand.

I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes in the golden light coming from the dim lights of the corridor. "I don't..." I started, but quieted myself down right away as a sudden realisation struck me. "What if..." I whispered to myself, taking a step closer to him.

"What are you doing?" He asked warily, trying to take a step back, but being stopped by my grip on his wrist.

I shook my hand, raising my hand and hesitantly putting it over his chest. Contrasting the coldness of my hand, his skin was warm, and his shirt was thin enough for me to feel his heart beat steadily against it.

I looked up, meeting his gaze. We stared at each other in silence, both of us knowing what that meant.

"I don't understand" he said quietly, the frown on his face deepening.

I gulped. "I do" I said faintly, moving my gaze from my hand, that was still on his chest, to his eyes. There was a single logical explanation of the fact that right in that moment, standing in front of me in the middle of the corridor, he was alive. "I think..." I took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiousness I was feeling. "I think you'll find out how..." I looked up at him, thinking of a better way to say it. "I think you're going to die today" I whispered when I realised there just wasn't, my voice breaking over the last words.

He widened his eyes at my words. "I don't want to die" he said fast. "There has to be a way to keep it from happening" he added, a hint of desperation in his voice.

I nodded, even though I couldn't be sure. "There has to be. We will find a way, I promise. I'm not going to let you die" I promised, hoping that it wouldn't have been as empty as it sounded.

He nodded, for the first time a shard of hope appearing in his green eyes, looking at something behind me, seeming to realise just in that moment that we were still standing in the middle of the hallway. "We have to go" he said quickly, freeing his wrist from my grasp and turning around again.

I followed him as he walked down the barely enlightened corridor with a stealthy step, stopping every few seconds to listen if there was anyone coming our way. All of sudden he opened a door, rushing me to get inside, closing it right behind me as silently as possible.

"What's happening?" I whispered to him, but he just shook his head, putting his finger on his lips to tell me to shut up.

After a couple seconds I heard the unmistakable sound of steps passing in front of the door.

"We weren't fast enough" he whispered into my ear, his warm breath hitting my neck and making goosebumps form on my skin. "We will have to wait."

I nodded, taking a deep breath to try to get myself together and scanning the room as my eyes started to adjust to the darkness. The room was similar to the one I had seen in the Female Ward, with the only difference being in the number of the beds, that were two instead of three. I got chills when I realised that something was on one of the beds.

No, not something. Someone.

I nudged Harry, quietly pointing at the person on the bed, and he turned his head, staring at them. He took a hesitant step towards the bed, but the person didn't move. As Harry neared the bed to look closer, the immobility of the person started to bring a realisation to my mind.

"Alfred" Harry whispered.

I came closer as well as I started to realise what was going on. Each step I took, the more I started to notice that there was a weird smell in the room, coppery and pungent.

"Alfred Blaine" Harry whispered. "1875, London."

I gave him a confused look. "What?"

"He was the first I shared a room with" he explained. "He believed remembering where and when you were born was the only way not to forget ourselves in here."

"Harry" I said faintly, making him turn to look at me. "We're in a room with a corpse, aren't we?"

The reply came a few seconds after, choked. "I think so."

I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down, but the acre smell went down my throat, making me feel like throwing up. "We need to get the hell out of here" I hissed. "What the hell happened to him?" I asked, even though I already had a slight idea of what could've possibly gone down.

He just shook his head, rushing to the door as silently as possible and opening it, exiting fast. I followed him, but before closing it behind myself, I glanced inside. An unsettling feeling set in my chest as the dim light uncovered what the mild darkness had hidden, the breath of fresh air being the only thing keeping me from falling to the ground. The white sheet covering half of the body was of a deep crimson colour, drops of the same colour trickling down the metal frame of the bed to a small puddle on the ground.

"What the fuck" I hissed, closing the door. "What the fuck."

"Emma" Harry said, grabbing my arm and turning me around to force me to pay attention to him. "We have to move."

"He's not just dead, he's been murdered" I wheezed, shocked. I stared at the opposite wall, a horrified look on my face, as I realised that it couldn't be too far away from what had happened to him as well.

"We have to move now!" He said, pulling me towards the entrance of the Male Ward.

I had to rush to keep up with him. "Someone murdered him, Harry! And he's just lying there on a damn bed like nothing!"

He opened a door and brought me inside, closing it fast before leaning against it, a distraught look on his face. "Welcome to the Hospital, pet."