One such janitor, though she did not lack for bravery, was at the front door when the Dream Seeker walked past her.  Patience wrinkled her nose, straightened and wiped her brow with a sleeve.  She didn't bother calling out a greeting, a public service that her supervisor no longer bothered to enforce.  Still though, natural curiosity demanded that she investigated, perhaps prompted by the woman's dreamy expression.  It wasn't the first time that someone on a high had wandered in and tried to take one of the pieces and even in the relaxed atmosphere of new management, she knew that if she didn't report it or keep an eye on the individual then she would be out of her crappy job and looking for another equally crappy one.<br/><br/>She grimaced, and tucking the broom under her arm, followed through the nearly empty building.  She slowed when, upon turning around a corner, she saw the girl descending the stairs to the basement.  Immediately, every muscle in her body tensed.  She had been told the realities of her potential months ago, and had even began to realize them and she knew what was down there.  She, like others, did her best to avoid the seal that contained the abomination but the girl was already halfway down the stairs and oh crap maybe I should stop her!<br/><br/>By the time that Patience had scrambled to the top of the staircase to call down, the rippling waves of Lara's entrance had fallen still.  "Shit, shit, shitshit--"  Patience half ran half fell down to the door, fumbling with her keys to find the rarely used bronze set that let employees into the very rarely descended depths.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>