In the center is the main building, it consists of five blocks, but the rooms are much larger so there are fewer of them in each block. Some blocks have only one room, and entrance doors from all four surrounding hallways.
	The receptionist area is in the center of the main building, on either side of this there are T-intersections.  To the right of the area are the elevators. Exiting the elevators and walking straight down the hallway towards the back entrance, the nurses station in two blocks. The back entrance has sliding double doors like a hospital and a service elevator, for easy ambulance access.
	The nurses station looked like someone had cut out a square in the corner and replaced the corner wall with a rounded nurses counter and support pillar. The lights always reflected off the counter tops, because nothing was allowed to sit on top of the counters. The desk area underneath the counter top was quite cluttered though. Nurses left personal items to make the space feel more cheerful. Pictures of kids reminding workers why they are doing what they are doing. All scattered around three computer stations that were always on. There was a room behind the counter full of charts, files, a medicine closet, and a small break area. There’s also another room in behind the break area that has a small single bed, night stand, and small sectional closet.
	Carson met Gertude from behind the counter as she approached the nurses station. He looked at her dead in the eyes with complete disinterest. He spoke to her in a dead pan voice as he looked down at the counter, “I knew it was you when I heard the clickity-clack of those shoes.”
	Gertrude threw her best frenemy smile back at him.
	Still disinterested, he looked back up at her. “How may I help you today, Mz. Gibbons?”  
	“Who was on duty the night Jeremy Macleve passed away?”, she asked.
	“I was.”, Carson crossed his arms in a defensive stance. He waited expressionless for her next question, though he already knew what it would be.
	“How did he die?” She watched his every move after she uttered the words. His face would never betray him, but his body sometimes did. As it was on this day, he shifted from one foot to the other and his pointer finger twitched. She looked him in the eye knowingly and waited for his reply.
	“You know I can’t tell you that.” he quipped, then looked down at the desk again and uncrossed his arms. “However I do know that the front desk has his daughter’s address, she left it in case anyone wanted to write.” He then began to look busy by picking up a clipboard and flipping the pages back over the top.
	“Thank you.” Gertrude tried to sound cheerful as she turned on her heel to go back to Martha’s station. ‘It could take as long as two months for mail to go back and forth, assuming the other person writes back promptly.’, Gertrude thought. ‘Why couldn’t she have just left a cell phone to text.’