A/N: Lookey! I wrote a real drabble. 100 words. First time ever, and I've been writing fanfiction since before I knew what fanfiction was. Set during "The Change in the Game". Wendell's perspective.
One pane of glass just didn't match the rest of the panes in the skylight. It hadn't been exposed to so many D.C. winters. It was brand new. If he hadn't known where Vincent bled out, he wouldn't have been able to tell. They did a good job cleaning up, but the glass was a giveaway. The lab was broken. Vincent was dead. Wendell wanted more hours, but not like this.
It had been over three weeks, but the place still felt off. Then they brought in a pin resetter covered in human remains. Wendell just smirked. Normal was overrated.