Janet frowned, almost slipping on the floor.  In the dim light of the lab she'd not noticed the ichor which smeared the floor tiles.  Suddenly alert, she surveyed the rest of the room, noting the broken glass with a frown.  The Professor was usually quite neat and orderly and it looked terrible out of place.  Following the faint trail with an urgency born of worry, she comes suddenly upon the Professor's body.  She steps back, her hand going to her mouth in horror as a small scream escapes from her.  What had happened here?<br/><br/>Looking around as she realizes that the inturder might still be lurking about, her eyes wide with fear, she pushes her hand into her coat pocket, grasping for her cell phone.  Her heart skips a beat as she realizes that it's still sitting in her car between the seats, charging.<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves and takes a look at the Professor's body once more.  From the look of thinks, he'd been lying there for at least an hour, perhaps more.  It was unlikely that his killer would have stuck around this long.  Kneeling down, she examined him quickly for any clues as to what had happened to him.