Either unconcerned by our presence or completely unaware, a few ghostly apparitions pass us by, but it doesn't hinder our progress. To his credit, Damian seems relatively unfazed by the quiet. Had we a connection to Alfred, I'm sure that there would be more to say, a greater cooperative effort to sweep the building. Unfortunately, that line's been cut.

So our search continues for a time in silence, save for the occasional direction. Until I finally decide that we need something more than that. I don't need him to be a machine.

"Have you spoken with Cassandra yet?"