Unlike Sunshine, Spike arrived in a hospital gown open all the way down the back, so he'd made it a priority to find some clothes that don't come with a built-in breeze. Seeing how no one is around to get them for him, he'd gotten up himself and gone looking.

As he walks through the halls, a sense of dread builds up in him. This place really is empty, and his own memory isn't offering up any clues. Hell? If it's hell, it's a shite one, as far as he's concerned. No screaming torment, no looming demons, no memory of whatever twisted thing he did to deserve being here in the first place. If it is hell. He's not so sure. Maybe he was just dropped off in an abandoned hospital somewhere.

About the time he finds a promising room full of lockers, he hears the shout from down the hall. "Hello!" he shouts back, then pops his head out of the doorway to try to find the source of the sound. "Over here!" He shifts into a defensive stance as the woman rounds the corner. He's not sure why he does that automatically, but he figures caution is probably a good idea here.