Despite the late hour, it had kicked off it's boots, rolled up it's sleeves, and left it's dorm for a walk. On the ceiling. Even in it's humanoid form, Abbie's motions were almost catlike as it's hands, feet, and tail adhered to the ceiling. It was following a leftover trace of footprints on the cold floor, and the silence in which it moved could almost be mistaken for stalking.
The only sound it made was the snuffling, wheezing breath, as it approached the source of the warm tracks.
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