We finally spent a freezing cold morning in the newer areas of the hospital; our boots clicked and squeaked along the tiled floors that were still shiny from the last coat of polish. Room after room, floor after floor; all was empty and almost sparkling clean. These areas weren't architecturally appealing like the old buildings on campus, but there was something interesting in the orderliness and geometry.
The monotony was broken by some wonderful entertainment spaces, and also by security as they did their rounds around the weed choked campus. It felt like they would step into these suspiciously clean buildings at any moment, and so we proceeded very quietly through the echo-prone hallways with caution. Perhaps I was traumatized by my close encounters on the first trip, but it's better to be safe than sorry.