The inside of the building was white and sterile, the only sound apart from the distant hum of the freezers was the gentle click and whirr of the facility's droids as they went about their work. A few human staff waited in the reception area, one of them immediately making her way over to them as they entered.
"I have," she said truthfully, the memory of her mother's corpse being presented to her still tearing at her soul, the genuine emotion showing on her face even though she did her best to clamp down on it as the staff member reached them. "We're here to see 2618," she said shakily, drawing a nod from the woman.
"This way sir and madam," the worker answered, turning on her heel and walking towards a set of security doors. There was a beep as they opened, the woman leading them down a cool corridor before passing through a door into the viewing room where the body lay draped in a white sheet.
"Would you like me to stay with you?" Cat whispered, ready to do anything Bellamy asked, although she'd much rather stay and watch.
The worker stepped forward, pulling back the sheet to reveal the upper part of the person lying on the table. The woman's face looked strangely peaceful, her eyes closed as if she was merely sleeping, the only signs of death being the pallor of her skin and the unnatural angle of her neck where it had obviously been broken. But the most disturbing thing was her arm, where a mass of cuts and dried blood obscured the spiralling lines of a tattoo, the sign of violence clearly visible.
"Can you identify this woman?" Asked the mortuary worker in a hushed sympathetic tone.