Dexter slowly came to his senses. Leaning back in the chair, he reached up to his face and touched some of the stuff on it. After examining it to find that it was his own stuff, the archivist starts to wine "Eww! it's all over my face!"<br/><br/>He takes his glasses off his face, and grabs the cloth. Panicked he starts to wipe his face clean. Then he looked to his shirt to see that it was covered as well. There was even some on the lenses of his glasses.<br/><br/>His next priority was to get his glasses cleaned. Wiping it with the cloth left smears, so he breathed on it to use the moister of his breathe.<br/><br/>However there still was residue, and his face still felt dirty. "Ugh, I need a bath, and a change of clothes, and magical cleansing spells..." Dexter had a feeling that no amount of cleaning would ever make him feel clean again.