There were, barely, a meter or two of clearance filled with pipes and support beams. Below him, seemingly unaware of his presence, were a dozen or so men and women, the auras of two-thirds of them rife with dark streaks and bursts of confusion. They all stood around a figure lying on one of the many cots in the room. He could hear the conversation, and gathered from it that her family—the four other normal-seeming auras—feared that she was too weak to travel. Some others were attempting to explain to the family that the bus was waiting. The family wasn't listening.