They were all set, then. It was going to be a new psychic landscape, one he'd never been in before - he would look around but wouldn't be too nosy. Given how often he'd done this with people, he was well-versed in sensing where the deep, dark secrets were organized and kept and didn't go poking at them unless he'd been given permission. If you think what you want to say, I'll hear you, he assured.
Deeper in he went, a slippery slope. His eyes fogged over, white erasing the pupils and irises, which tended to happen when he was concentrating particularly hard or sinking deep into the psychic plane. A draft of air hit his face, warm and with a tincture of bleach - the surroundings faded into focus, and he realized it was a long hospital hallway.
Everything that could shine did shine, stainless steel and sleek walls, art on the wall that was bright - all these colors, like a glacial blue or spring flowers. It didn't smell simply sterile, just clean, under a high-arched ceiling. Doors, so many doors, and hand sanitizer displays - each door obviously led someplace different, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary to Dan yet.
There was a door that was clearly being protected, however - he stayed away from that one, not wanting to intrude. Given the body language of the Eddie visages who stood guard, it seemed to practically pulse with tension.