"Look...This seems to be an emergency situation. A good idea would be for us to go to a police station or a hospital...Which ever is closer," Salare added, turning and looking around. He could see the District General Hospital in the distance, and he thought for about it for a long time before gesturing for Gavin and Atlas to follow him. "This way. We can make it to the hospital, it doesn't seem too far," He added, the Sandman leading the way with Kit, hand in hand with his 'little sister' still. He wasn't confident in his ability to direct the group to the hospital, and the paranoid Atlas felt a shiver of dread tingle up his spine as he watched the stranger walk away. He glanced towards Gavin, fear evident on his face before he took a deep breath and clutched to the wrench, walking behind the person calling himself 'Sam' at a slowed pace.

It only took ten minutes to reach the hospital, where the sign that said "Saint Christopher's Hospital" was completely unlit. Had all power truly left the world when he froze it? That wasn't a good sign. To be lost in darkness, in a world that he himself barely knew... That would be a dead give away. He approached the doors which thankfully we're stuck partially open. And even the Sandman had to admit to himself that this hospital was the thing of nightmares. Dark, squeaky clean and not a soul in sight. Well, except for the Beast's presence which he could feel in this building, only just down the hall from them. [i]If she hasn't turned human, then it's going to be a dead give away...[/i] He thought, his eyes narrowing on the door. 

"Perhaps we should take a look around...There has to be other people around," Salare said, looking to the other two males. Atlas shook his head as he heard a noise coming from the same room that 'Sam' had been looking at.

"No way. Screw this, I'm out! T-There could be Aliens in there, or worse!" He took a few steps back, and then bolted it out of the hospital, leaving Gavin with both 'Sam' and his little sister. Sandman ran his free hand through his own hair. Some humans were daft enough to let their fears get to them in such a way that they could hardly trust anyone... In the end it left them broken and dysfunctional.

"...I hope he finds what he's looking for..." Salare muttered, looking to the ground. "But there's no point in chasing after him if he's just going to keep running,"