The morning came gray and thin.

I left the house before eight and drove the Buick toward Oakmont General.

The transmission hesitated going into second gear near the highway on-ramp.

I gripped the steering wheel and focused on the wet fallen leaves stuck to the pavement.

I parked in the visitor garage and walked through the revolving doors of the main entrance.

The hospital lobby was completely empty.

I found the basement stairs and went down two flights.