The second Oliver reached the hospital, he got into character. He slipped on a pair of rubber gloves after taking the keys from the office of the real Dr. Garfield. He took long strides down the halls, taking two steps with his long legs down the stairs to the mortuary.
Oliver kept the conversations to a minimum, he could see the memories of the doctor and could respond to inquiries accordingly. Still, he couldn't reciprocate the old man's personality, so he walked and talked with great urgency to not draw unwarranted attention to himself.
Upon reaching the mortuary, he was stopped by a young woman in a nurse's uniform. "Dr. Garfield," she started. "Mrs. Hendrix and her daughter are here to see you."
Oliver simply nodded before proceeding to the reception area with the nurse. He glanced at his watch, 'I don't have much more time in this form.' The wrinkles on his arms were already starting to disappear; he pulled down the sleeves of his burgundy dress shirt.
