Abigail walked in and began to clean the windows. They had a large maintenance group but still it looked as though the windows had never had a spot of cleaning donce to them. As Abigail manually scrubbed the inches of thick grime off the windows, it did make her feel a tad queazy. Perhaps a transfer would do her well.

Never mind. Continue scrubbing Ab. Gah. She winced at the pain of sliding her finger along and uneven part of the glass. No blood, which happened to be alright. There were another 4 windows to clean. Happily, this one seemed to actually be the dirtiest. She continued to clean taht window.