1st floor stairwell
Nick had been asleep, so Evie had felt okay leaving him under the care of the nurses for a few minutes so that she could get some dinner. How weird, she reflected as she crunched on chips on the way back to his room, that as she ate, she was getting hungrier. It had never occurred to her that they would change outside of the building, and it wasn't until she felt the skirt brushing around her shins that she noticed something was amiss. Fuck. Not good.
Gretal was hungry. She had to find her brother though. He came first. She sprinted back to Nicky's room and losing her understanding of who and where she happened to be was a gradual thing along the way. What a strange manor this was, full of people in foreign garb. All of this white- how often they must of had to wash their clothes! But where was Hansel? Not in his bed, according to a woman who was shrieking nearby about suicide, whatever that meant. Because Gretel knew what had happened. The witch had gotten him. And now he was gonna get eaten.
Gretel didn't like this at all and she let out a wail as she tore back down the hall, trying to find her way out. She had to find the witch. And the only place that there were witches was in that place she had been in last time. She let Evie navigate so that they got back to the building fast. The soles of her feet were ripped up and bleeding, but she hardly noticed except that continuing to run was twisting her stomach up in the most painful way, adding to the tight hunger.
She raced to the stairs but paused not too far up. There was more than one witch here, wasn't there? Slumping against the wall, she scowled. How was she supposed to find him now?