Sixth floor
Cole knew that tonight was the full moon, but he wasn't expecting anything to happen until midnight - that had been the time everything changed before, after all. His original plan was to lock himself in his apartment, but Ichabod would probably let himself out anyway, to find Katrina or food or something like that. Instead he decided to unofficially take guard duty, patrolling the hallways with one of Shane's knives stuck through his belt loop.
He didn't feel anything at first, even as the moon rose outside and its pale light began to shine through the windows. He'd already gone through the upper floors, and was just heading down to the seventh when it happened. His clothes changed from his jeans and shirt to the jacket and breeches that Ichabod wore. Once he actually reached the floor itself, Cole had been tucked comfortably away, leaving Ichabod in his wake.
"Oh." He didn't seem too bothered, but when the knife slipped from his waist - no longer held in place by the now non existent belt loops - he frowned at it before nudging it away with the toe of his boot. Why on earth did that man (Cole, he knew his name was) have a knife? Shrugging to himself, he continued down the stairs to the next floor, forgetting that he was supposed to be standing some sort of guard and instead wondering if he could find someone kind enough to give him something to eat and a place to stay.