Dandelion staggered away from the smear of blood they left in the corner of the room, dragging the skin that had once been a dog forward to rejoin the others. The skin's single remaining eye was glassy and motionless, its yellow iris turned ruddy orange by burst blood vessels. Dandy peered at the scene unfolding as they trudged along, paying close attention to the way the chemical adhesive affected Redmond. The effect was almost instantaneous, surprising Dandy greatly. They had known that Red, much like themselves, had been a sheltered lab specimen for nearly his entire life, and that he possessed some unusual biological qualities for a human. They were not anticipating a metabolic response that surpassed their own in speed and efficiency. The dog's dead orange eye stared, and Dandelion made a mental note to acquire a sample as soon as possible.

As the dog slowly stumbled along on its rigor-stiffened legs, the trail of blood Dandelion had left on the floor quivered and reacted to them as they walked back through it. The leftover ruin of the dog's head had stopped bleeding by now, and the bloodstain around Dandy began to contract inwards, toward them, like a stain spreading in reverse. It creeped along slowly at first, but the blood became thicker as it shrank inwards and accumulated more of itself, and as it thickened it moved more quickly. Eventually the blood completely vanished under Dandelion's canine paws, leaving the floor as clean as it had been before they had begun to knock holes in the walls and ceiling.

This was not the only ambulatory viscera in the bank at that time, however. The blood, bits of brain and bone, and crushed eyeball that had been smeared across the boot of the robber that knocked Dandy's head in were no longer on his boot. The residue of the inside of Dandy's skull had coalesced into a thick, wet mass, resembling a gelatinous crimson slug. Unlike all of Dandy's blood on the floor, this offshoot had brain matter in its composition, and remembered what it was originally doing before being separated from Dandelion's greater whole: trying to kill this bank robber. It crawled up the leg of the goon that was haranguing Vincent, writhing around to slither up the massive man's back, clinging to his shirt out of sheer viscosity.

The venom-juiced robber seemed to only notice the damp mass at it crawled from his shirt onto his thick bull neck, and he reacted with disgust, instinctively trying to swipe off whatever foreign wetness clung to him. As he attempted to wipe it off, it clung to his hand, causing him to pull his hand back reflexively. However, as he withdrew his hand and the mass passed near his face, it sprung off his hand with surprising vigor, and stuck fast to the side of his face. Now the robber was panicking, yelling and desperately scrabbling at his face to get it off. He reacted too slowly and clumsily, as within moments the mass had writhed into his ear canal, invading his skull. The man continued to scream and grab at where it had been on his face, but more seconds passed with seemingly nothing happening. Then without warning, the man collapsed onto his side, immediately losing all strength one of his legs. He tried to push himself back onto his feet, only to find that his arm on the same side was limp and useless. He tried calling to his crewmates for help, but the muscles on that side of his face were going slack as well, making his speech garbled and incoherent.

Dandelion had rejoined the others in the meantime, facing down the three other assailants that Redmond had put on the back foot. They stood next to Julian, appraising him with the dog's eye. He had been injured since Dandy had descended the stairs, they noticed. The dog's bloodlust was long gone, and so there was no instinctive reaction to this observation, just simple recognition. As the robbers regrouped to face them down, the dog's skin began to swell and sag at slow, even intervals, as though it was breathing through its fur instead of its nose. The noise from earlier resumed, a hissing that seemed to emanate from the dog's destroyed body. Close up to their teammates, they could tell than it was not actually a hissing, but actually friction, the sound of many things moving together very quickly. The dog stared impassively at the approaching robbers, its expression lifeless. Dandelion had given up on pretending to be a dog at this point. Whatever was lurking inside of the dog's skin, it convulsed with anticipation for the struggle to come.