The giant revolving door slowly turned and opened into the lobby. A few senior citizen volunteers were manning the reception desks, but Mary didn’t stop there, she knew her way down to the morgue. Walking through the hospital was always an interesting experience for Mary. She was never quite sure who she might encounter. She walked down the main hall and past the waiting area for the hospital lab. It was there they performed cat scans, ultrasounds, radiological tests and blood tests. Suddenly the ghosts of an elderly gentleman dressed only in a hospital gown whisked past her. He was dancing a jig and snapping his fingers in time to an Irish ditty he was singing. He looked at Mary and winked, then twirled around, holding onto the gown so he didn’t expose more than Mary wanted to see. He blew her a kiss and went dancing up the corridor slowly fading away until finally he was gone. He knew the way home, Mary thought. The hospital intercom blared “Code Blue - Radiology - Adult.” Mary shook her head, as she watched the emergency personnel rush past her.
