[So he'd been given a lot to think about. The thought had been planted in his head that maybe the monsters were trapped spirits, too. That wasn't too far-fetched, some demons were the twisted remains of human souls - it only made the possibility that The Darkness was behind all this all the greater.

Which meant it was all the more important to find out what was happening, what had happened here, and how they could escape. He had two children with him, yes, and he didn't want them to be harmed. But their excursion at the school proved at least one of them thought to look in places he or the other might not, and they would be even less safe with a larger group like Clayton's. Leaving them alone, even together, was out of the question for him.]

I have a question of those who were possessed.

[He's traveling with two of them anyway, but he can talk to everyone at once this way.]

Did any of them say they knew where the town hall might be, somewhere I might have missed or been unable to see?

[It rather figures that for his first appearance on the network, Beckett is at less than his best. He's standing at the door of a mostly-intact house, huddled very slightly with a blanket thrown over his shoulders. His hair is damp, and he's shivering minutely, blanket and all. Who knew that spending a day taking apart a moldy, filthy house then trying to dive in a basement flooded with icy water was a bad idea? None of it used to matter. He was immortal a few days ago. He clears his throat before speaking.]

This isn't much of a find, but cons- consideri-

[He trails off with a violent sneeze. Sure you're okay there, Beckett?]

Pardon. What is it now? Considering the otherwise absence of any native living thing, I thought it might be noteworthy to show this.

[He walks a few steps into the house, holding the tablet up to show the extensive growth of thick black mold on the walls, ceiling, remains of the furniture, basically everything.]

Life finds a way. [There's actually a hint of admiration in his sarcasm.]

I seem to recall that penicillin is derived from mold, but I'm not sure if th- [He clears his throat again] if this- [And again, and this time it isn't enough, and he dissolves into a hard, wet cough. It's a few unpleasant moments before he can talk again, and when he does his voice is ragged, and he clearly doesn't want to be talking anymore.]

As I was saying. This might be useful. I'll mark out the place on a map if I can get my bearings.