My, my. Someone... or several someones... have been having fun on the 13th floor. It looks rather like Booker DeWitt has been through it with a dose of salts. Pun entirely intended for those who know what I'm talking about. There is blood everywhere and... something white which I do not want to know the provenance of. I was planning on enjoying the sun out on the patio while I read but it seems that is no longer possible. I'll just have to find a cafe and have a cup of tea while I read instead.