He soon finds a stairway headed down into the darkness, Chelsea backing him up with her bat and a flashlight. Heading down past several hospital floors, they find themselves in the basement, the flashlight beam illuminating cracked linoleum tiles. As they walk down a long corridor, ending with an t intersection dividing the paths between the morgue and the maintainance areas, they begin to see occasional lights beyond the broken doorways lining the hall, flaming red and orange. Looking into one, James sees that it's a barrel fire, set up beneath an air vent which takes in the majority of the smoke. Around the fire are silhouetted the shapes of several lying figures, chests steadily moving upwards and downwards as they sleep.
James hears a noise behind him, and Chelsea turns, pointing her flashlight back into the hallway. A man, middle aged and dark skinned, shields his eyes, as he yawns groggily. "What are you doing here, disturbing people's sleep?" He notes the baseball bat in Chelsea's hand. "You looking to beat on some homeless folk? There are a lot of us down here, and if one shouts out, the rest'll come running." Chelsea shakes her head. "No, we're not here to hurt you. We're looking for someone." The homeless man looks at the two of them. "Who?"