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Jeremiah had visited Autumn more than once while she was in the hospital, at least two of the visits making sure that some of the protection salve was in place around her room. He had not expected to be told about shadow things on patients when he went to visit her the last time before she left the hospital.

He may have even helped her back home because that was Jeremiah.

The detective was still dressed slightly warmer than the weather called for as he walked along the pavement to where he saw Autumn waiting. A hand was lifted in greeting, smirking a bit at the sight of her outfit. He had heard about it but this was the first time he was seeing it.

"Very prepared," he said with a note of approval and his head inclined in greeting. Even his own clothing was worn around things that would not cause problems while he was working. His gaze flicked to the hospital and then back to Autumn. "I would ask if you're sure you want to do this but I know the answer." Not with that look on her face.

Not when she had been touched as she had been by the burning man - something which still rankled him and made him want to do things but ... Well, after the first time he had punched him he had lost a portion of his memory. The second time would probably not go better.

"Never was a boy scout," Jeremiah snorted with an amused glint to his eye. No, he had been the exact opposite of a boy scout when he had been growing up. Then he was making a face at her about the faithful servant but he couldn't argue with it. It was very much true.

"I wouldn't kick your a** but I would have a few choice words for you." Not that he was made at all with what happened to Zac and her. They had no fault at all and if anything, he was more angry with the Burning Man. It was something that he would have to address at a certain point.

He raked a hand through his hair and turned to look towards the hospital. Nothing looked out of the ordinary and there were people milling out about outside as if there was nothing going on. "No," he replied, "I have not. I've been to a few places but this isn't one of them. Let's head inside and you can show me the places where you saw the shadows."

Not that he could think of another word for what she had told him about.

It likely also helped that Jeremiah looked every inch the Detective Lieutenant that he was, even with his arm linked with Autumn's. The look on his face practically dared people to argue their presence but he did at least nod in greeting when the young woman waved.

"The old man, correct?" Jeremiah raked a hand through his hair, eyes looking from place to place as they headed up a staircase. "I can't honestly say that there's anything in particular that seems to fit any kind of pattern." Autumn was given a half-smile, just a bit on edge because he would have preferred to be able to offer her something.

"I can help us do that," he added quietly, "get us to the other side. If there's a way here, I'll be able to see it."

"If we weren't in over our heads then it wouldn't be ..." His hand flipped in the air. The nature of everything they were dealing with was that they were absolutely in over their heads. Were they not, it would not be the same.
"This," Jeremiah finally chuckled. He gave her arm a light squeeze to be reassuring.

They were near one of the top floors when Jeremiah stopped to let someone push a patient by on their bed. He saw them then. Something that looked dark and slunk off the rolling bed and onto the ground to go down the hallway.

"Autumn," he murmured, head tilting towards her to speak softly, "that it?"

"Maybe," Jeremiah replied, patting her arm once more and then following the path that the shadows went. They disappeared down the hallway and through a pair of doors.

When they approached he stopped her.

The doors did not look quite right, hazy at the edges to his vision, but that was where the shadows had gone to, slipping underneath the door and disappearing.

"Looks like we can in this case," he said quietly. Not that he was certain that was a good thing but there was a haze to this that he was learning to associate with other ashdown. Jeremiah lifted a hand to press against the door and go through with Autumn.

It never felt any particular kind of way when crossing over and Jeremiah was expecting some kind of rain but ...

They were inside of a building, albeit one that looked like it could use some work and -

- Jeremiah was stopping them from going any further forward, the floor crumbling away and revealing the lower levels. "There's little here that we have any idea of," he replied, "but we're not weaponless." The detective did not mean his gun either. "It also looks like we'll have to turn back around and head another way."

Jeremiah had a few bottles of the salve in his pocket, just in case, as he had actually used some of them on Autumn's room (because he was not worried, no). The building did not look right at all, not for the time period they were in, and there were vines growing up some of the walls. He paused a moment to look into a room, seeing an empty bed and the window outside was the dreary landscape of other ashdown.

The detective looked back to Autumn and nodded his head. "Yes because here ..." He huffed, thinking about Heliodora. "If your will is strong then anything is possible." Sounded silly but it was absolutely true. "Let's head back downstairs."