After a staff member of the university figured out what happened through Ambrose's babbling, he was whisked away and taken care of for about an hour. They tried to be gentle with Ambrose, trying to talk him down out of his panic. But they couldn't do much to help him, and instead concentrated their efforts on investigating the crime scene. Ambrose had been seated in a small back room, a gray blanket draped over his shoulders and a guard to watch over him.

They spent a couple hours in that room, and eventually they gave up trying to sooth him and instead started to grill him for clues. Ambrose basically shut down at that point, shaking and groaning in despair every now and then. The staff let him go after they gave up, ushering him to his dorm and setting a guard outside his room. Ambrose collapsed on the dorm bed laying still for a long time. For some reason, his roommate was no where to be seen, much to Ambrose's relief. 

Finally, it occurred to him that he should let the others know what happened. With a weary sigh, Ambrose pushed himself up and fished his phone out of his jacket. His texts were short and straight to the point. Sam was on top of the situation in an instant, calling an emergency meeting. Ambrose whimpered to himself, not wanting to leave the safety of his room. But after a moment of talking himself up, he found the courage to push himself off the bed. Ambrose was sure the guard wouldn't want him to leave his room. So Ambrose retreated to the bathroom of the dorm and whispered the incantation of the spell to himself. His hands motions were shaky but he landed in the underground library with a thump.

Ambrose arrived just in time for Sam's spiel. "That [i]thing [/i]has been watching us." He spat out, picking himself up and off the floor to take a seat. "It knew I would be there, it's trying to send a message." He paused and his voice dropped low, "Have you guys noticed anything strange? Maybe he has been leaving more subtler signs for you guys..."