*( One night during closing time, the scientist wandered into Grillby's, phasing right through the door and sitting down in his old usual spot at the bar. He looked around feeling a deep sense of nostalgia.)
* Grillby had since closed down the bar, moped the floor for spilled drinks and half eaten chips and packed away all the plates and bowls all that was left now to do was to pack up the chairs and clean the glasses.
* Humming to himself he untied his bow and headed back to the front bar, pushing the fire exit open with his back. Picking up a glass, he turned around, quickly fixing up his glasses and sticking out his tongue as he struggled to scrub a bit of grime out of the cup.
*Glancing up, he immediately recognized a figure, it took him a while to fully realize who it was, but when he did he let out a short gasp, the glass slipping from his gloved hand and shattering on the floor.