Funny, if Jeannie was looking for a familiar face, she was about to get it. Well, she would get it eventually.
Simon wasn't ready for the excessive snowfall; in fact, he had settled into a nice constant string of invectives towards the snow and the City. He had seen too many frostbitten toes and fingers. Too many people came in suffering from hypothermia. Too many stupid children who thought making snow angels was a good idea only to realize that the snow bank they were flopping themselves in was feet not inches deep. He was in a grumpy mood, and walking home was not helping matters.
He'd heard that there was a school, a damn school, that might have a few children in need, and needing to get the hell out of the Hospital, he headed in the school's general direction. Simon's attitude of late had taken a drastic sour note; he didn't like being watched as closely as he was. He didn't like being questioned by nurses or, worse, orderlies. It was growing to be enough that he was thinking of going private.
The good doctor glared up at the building before tromping inside, beating the snow off before it could melt into his clothing. At least he had the more appropriate clothing for this weather; the City had given him that much at least.
He started to search for the children or staff in need, but he wasn't finding anything. Had they just left? Well, that was certainly a brilliant thing to do. He kept searching until he found what looked like a communal area - the cafeteria, resembling the one at the Hospital almost. He also found a certain woman who looked slightly familiar.