Of course.
Because simply having a waiting room easily connected to the outside for proper functionality was too easy.
Abel found himself instead in a traditional prison courtyard. Abandoned equipment lay randomly strewn about, as if everyone had dropped it where they had been using it and disappeared. Abel shivered. There was something... off about this place, and it wasn't just the odd room placement. He looked at the cement, barbed-wire coated walls—too high to climb. His eyes then panned towards the sky.
Pristine. It glowed with a beautiful, blue radiance, wisps of clouds lazily floating past. Although the air was slightly chilly and the asylum's atmosphere grim, the dazzling sunlight soaked into his fur. For a moment, any reverence he had was washed away as the clean, fresh air entered his lungs. Truly fantastic.
But unfortunately, it couldn't last. He couldn't stay. There was no way out from here, and it wouldn't be wise to stay in one position for too long. There it was: another door. Same drab grey colour, same cold, metallic handle. Yet another entrance into the bowels of the asylum. He padded across the courtyard, picking up the first piece of equipment he saw that could feasibly be used as an impromptu weapon. After all, it never hurt to be prepared.
Hopefully it wasn't possessed.
Abel sighed as he turned the handle, peering forlornly over his shoulder at the azure sky. He took one last breath of fresh air before entering the stuffy, grey the asylum once more.