Mole stopped his crawling through the air ducts and dropped the lasagna dropped form his mouth. "Hrn?" Mole grunted at the tiny translucent figure. Mole's conciousness reached out to Janie2. "Hey Janie, look, I'm sorry about earlier with the whole going psycho thing but each year I revert to a primal mentality for awhile. You've got to help me. Make sure I can't break anything. Put me somewhere safe so I can't get myself fired." Mole's body, which was pretty much on autopilot searched around the ventilation system. He heard talking and found himself right above the mailroom.