Instead of the usual small hall leading to the other staff rooms there was just one passage leading to a door at the far end. It was a passage she was certain did not exist in the clinic, but if not inside the clinic where was she?

The walls and floor were of the clinic as were the metal tables but the animal remains on the tables were hideous, rotting flesh hung on dessicated skeletal remains of what she recognised as feline forms.

Her skin felt cold even through the flannel of her nightgown and her heart pounded as the door at the far end of the passage opened and a figure stepped through the doorway.

She almost let out a cry of relief, it was Dr Sebastien, nothing was wrong here. But then she noticed something looked wrong about the Doctor, unclean and then there was the odour, like bad meat...