Covered in monsters. That sounded familiar. Lunge's fingers twitched for a moment, and then there it was in his memory: the various doors in the basement, also engraved with various cavorting creatures, albeit in brown. But the only black doors there had been without ornamentation, and drawing too much of a link between the two would have been reaching.

He moved on. It was fairly obvious that Badd would have noticed if the fountain's contents had actually been blood- the smell alone would have been unmissable- which meant... "That's the only place in the Institute I've heard of changing so dramatically at night," he commented. "It wouldn't be too much to assume a symbolic meaning for it. Did it seem to invite any sort of action?"