Why... why do I always find myself going back to Brella, even after all I've been through there, all those bad memories I keep digging back up? I guess I just wanted to make sure there wasn't anything else besides memories buried there.

Sure enough, even though the top floors had been blown away by, um, previous encounters with Uncle and my 'cousins', there were still a few sub-basements under all ther ubble. So I went exploring. Sure, the explosions that had destroyed the labs had bounced a few things around, but otherwise, things were pretty much as they were down there. I'm no science whiz, so I wasn't sure if half the stuff I saw was dangerous or not, but since I hadn't come across anymore people floating in tubes, I figured it wouldn't harm anything.

That's when I came across the canister. It was just sitting there all by itself on the counter, tipped over on its side, close to rolling itself onto the floor. Natural raccoon curiousity compelled me to pick it up, unfasten the lid, and then look inside. That's when this balck goop, this... -tar-, lunged out and tried to eat my face. not sure how I managed to pull the damnstuff off, but I did manage to watch it go slither-sliming into a nearby room. Of course, the lights didn't work. Why do the lights never work when you're looking for somethign potentially life-threatening? Then again, it -was- just some goo. I could, um, pummel it with my flashlight, or something. Okay, I -know- it went in here...

...Did something just drool on my shoulder?