Coming through the vivid hallway, you enter a residence room, brightly colored and currently housing fifteen dying members of the World State. As a Beta-plus nurse attends to one of the patients, another is kept busy fielding questions from the inquisitive children. Most of the rooms inhabitants are in a semi-comatose
state, and the drone of an unattended television can be heard in the background.

Over the murmur of the television you hear a sudden gasp, and then nothing. As one of the nurses wheels a bed out of the room, you realize that there are now only fourteen patients. North leads to a hearse garage and the lobby is to the south.
You see a bed here.