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"They said there was a bunch of slime on the floor and were complaining that they didn't know who was going to clean it up. Reminded me of that weird stuff on my boot earlier." He pauses. "And, well, you said that stuff made me violent. I figured maybe someone put it there to get someone to go after Uncle Leo."

You frown.

"It sounds to me like everyone is in danger if that stuff is around, not just your uncle."

"Um, probably," he admits. Strange. He sounds a bit nervous. Is he just embarassed for only thinking about his uncle... or does he know more about the slime than he's letting on?

"Well, we'll take a quick look at your uncle first, then I'll see what I can do about the slime," you say. If he is hiding something, better to make him think you didn't notice anything odd.

Leonard is still asleep when you arrive, despite all the commotion. Snoring loudly enough that there's no doubt he's still breathing, too. Mortimer breathes a sigh of relief.

"Guess he's fine, then. I'll stick with him, just in case. I hope you can figure out a good way to clean that stuff up."

But you're not thinking of the slime yet. Something's different from the last time you were here, and it worries you.