Rose was used to running. She and The Doctor had run from just about every nasty thing in the universe. The monsters that tended to pursue her, though- that was the stuff she could never get used to. The shadows skittered across the walls, oozed about the floor, and consumed the hallway behind them. Leopold's blood was streaked across her chest. She didn't dare look back.

Rose had never been that fast, and though she'd started out ahead, Sam managed to beat her to the Infirmary. Her feet pounded around the corner. She knew she'd have to get the key before even asked. The Boswell was unceremoniously thrown to the ground. "Wha' pocket??" Rose demanded. Not waiting for an answer, she fished roughly through Sam's clothes.

The girl's hands shook so violently that she almost dropped the precious thing when finding it. As she slammed the key into the Infirmary door, Rose's entire body went with. The blonde tumbled into the Medical Ward. "Come on!" she cried, pulling the shotgun to her.

Sam Winchester had a LOT of explaining to do.