Fear was something Mag was familiar with. No matter what world she was in, it was inescapable. In her world, fear wielded a bloody scalpel and hunted you in the darkness. Here, fear was the world itself. It was unpredictable and the Chosen seemed to be doing all that they knew how to keep that fear at bay.
Mag was always afraid, but she tried hard to never show it.
"A key? To what?" Mag inquired softly. When Evey took her hand Mag blinked. It was hard even hugging Evey, which was a reaction that Mag knew she had to stop doing, but Mag's fingers squeezed Evey's gently.
"I'll help you find this woman." Maybe they could find Carlos, too. If anyone had the power to keep someone safe, it was him.
"Where should we start looking? You mentioned behind the hospital?"