All four of them ride upward, the older man and his son giving Lavi strange looks.

"Nice patch," the son says, after they both stare down at their childish companion and his tail-wagging down. "The dog's yours?"

Floor three dings, Collette's head swinging around to point at the doors. They slowly roll back, revealing a different nurse and a patient in a wheelchair.

< It's our floor. I think? > She hesitates, no longer so sure.