At exactly nine o'clock Alessa arrived at the abandoned hospital wearing jeans and a black overcoat. Tucked beneath one of her arms was Heather's blanket, and inside the blanket, carefully concealed was the fake baby. To the unsuspecting person the baby looked like a real one. It slept, breathed, and moved. A closer inspection would show that the baby had very little if any soul at all. This fact was made very obvious by it's dead looking eyes that reflected no light, and held no emotion.
She walked over to Heather, and whispered in her ear, "I have the baby. I thought I should create it before coming here."
Alessa then looked over at Sam, then Heather, and then Ginny. She was growing apprehensive, and wanted to get this done. The sooner they left, the better. "Are we ready to go?" Alessa asked.