Jenny decided the best place to start cleaning - and probably the safest place - was Randall's office. She doubted that even a crazy person would leave something dangerous in their office, and she could probably please Artie by organizing some more of Randall's papers for him. She opened the office door and was not disappointed - the office consisted of piles and mountainous piles of papers, with one pile merging into another without any discernable order. Jenny sighed, and began to place the papers in smaller, more organized stacks.
She was lifting some papers off a desk, when she was surprised to find a large glass terrarium buried underneath them. She leaned in close to the cage, trying to see if it was occupied, when she was suddenly startled by a loud thump as something jumped against the glass. After recovering from her near heart attack, she looked again and saw a large spider in the cage. It was dark black, and about the size of her palm. Jenny shuddered. She never liked spiders. They always seemed to scare her; their features were just so alien! She found a small notebook next to the cage; apparently, this was Randall's pet, and he had kept a record of its feedings. She scanned the journal and saw its last feeding was well overdo, explaining its aggressive behavior.
Well, I can't let the poor thing starve, she thought. She unearthed a box of crickets near the glass cage. Slowly, she opened the cage, and lowered the box into the cage, watching the spider carefully for movement. As soon as the box hit the floor of the cage - and almost when Jenny thought she was safe - the spider jumped with surprising speed and landed on her hand. Frightened, Jenny stood still as the spider slowly moved over her hand towards the box of food. After a seemingly endless period of time, the spider finally finished crawling over her hand, stopping on the floor of the cage adjacent to the box of food. Jenny pulled her hand out of the cage, and quickly closed her the cage. She shuddered again, and rubbed her hand. The spider had not hurt her, but it felt weird as the spider touched her, and the odd feeling seemed to persist even after she was free. She was still rubbing her hand when Artie suddenly ran into the room.
"Quickly, drink this, " he shouted, shoving a small vial with a pink liquid towards her. Artie saw the apprehension in Jenny's face. "It will save your life! The compound we inhaled was a type of poison, and this is the antidote. Drink it quickly!"
Remembering his earlier kindness, Jenny drank the compound. Thank god, thought Artie, our troubles are over.