"Moira MacTaggert Psychiatric Hospital?"
Miles murmured the name aloud, then frowned. "Why would it be called that?"
In his memory, Moira MacTaggert had been Charles Xavier's close friend in the X-Men universe. They had even been involved romantically once. Even after breaking up, they had remained on good terms. Aside from Erik Magneto, she was one of the few people Charles had considered a true friend.
But the problem was, Miles did not remember Moira ever having any connection to a psychiatric hospital.
Still, the mere appearance of that name here already revealed certain information.
"So this hospital belongs to some X-Men universe too?"
Miles muttered, his gaze returning to the corpse on the floor.
He stepped forward and crouched down. Rather than rashly touching the body, he observed it carefully first.
A white plastic wristband was fastened around the dead man's wrist, bearing a line of printed text.
"David Haller, born in 1968, No. 0146."
"Who is that?"
Miles tapped his forehead, searching through his memories of the X-Men universe and confirming that he had never heard of a Mutant named David Haller.
Was he some obscure minor character? Or was this world's timeline completely different from the one Miles knew?
"Speaking of wristbands..." he muttered again, lowering his gaze to his own arm.
Unlike the young man, his arm was bare. There was nothing on it.
[Does that mean I'm not a 'patient' here?]
Next, Miles examined the corpse once more. After confirming there was no other information to be found, he hesitated briefly before removing the wristband identifying the man as David Haller and slipping it into his patient-gown pocket.
Whoever he was, it was one of the few clues Miles currently had.
After finishing, he stood and continued deeper down the hallway.
The darkness around him