The clinic was eerily quiet when Elaine walked in. It was already half past eight in the morning, and although the lanterns were still unlit and it was dark inside, the door was unlocked. She set her basket on a table and called out, “Anders? Are you here?” Her heart hammered in her chest; surely if something had happened, she’d have heard of it up in Hightown, or at the very least from the people on the streets in Darktown, many of whom were patients at the clinic. She crept through the clinic a little apprehensively, her hands stretched in front of her to help her avoid running into something in the dim light. The door creaked open behind her and she yelped.
“Elaine is that you? What’s going on? Why is it so dark in here?” Ayla asked unfastening her cloak as Elaine sighed in relief.
"Oh Ayla, you scared me!” Elaine said, wandering towards the petite red head. “I just got here. Do you know if Anders