Evelynn gets up from her chair and goes to the back of the room. She brought Glyph up right there and walked back to her desk, wiping her mouth clean. It was obvious she was not the happiest camper.<br/><br/>Glyph sat on the cold tile floor covered in liquids, he shivered. His pajamas of shorts and a light shirt gave no protection to the cold. He looked himself over and groaned at the sight of his matted fur.