Jacob takes a deep breath. "Well, you've failed to clear up just what's going on here, and my lawyers would probably advise to keep my mouth shut, but they're not here right now, and we seem to have gone through the looking glass, and then fallen down the rabbit hole while we're at it, so what the hell." He looks side to side. "I don't know for sure that something's changing people, but it is changing dogs, and people seem like the logical next step..." He blinks. "I should explain that. I was told by a source that a local woman's dog had been horribly mutilated, its leg missing and replaced with something--else, its eyes gouged out and skin grown over them. I went to see the local woman. She wasn't home. At all. But the dog leg and one of the eyes was. As a sort of--makeshift creature. Like someone decided to play Frankenstein on a budget. I grabbed the dog leg and took it with me, then checked in here, and then--I think it was you guys, something you did, because I get the impression that it could have escaped at any time but something set it off..." He takes another deep breath. "It--exploded, near as I can tell. The dog leg was being used as some sort of--vehicle by something that's presently crawling around my room." He looks at the FBI officer pointedly. "Now, I don't know for sure that whatever is doing this is changing people, but seeing as... Janice something-or-other wasn't home, but Fido was, I had a hunch that whatever put it together had decided to move up the food chain. And when you guys showed up, and whatever you did seemed to set it off--well, I dislike really big coincidences. I got the impression that whatever you're doing ties into whatever created Fido, and seeing as I doubt the MIB gives a damn about missing pets, it made me think that you might have turned up--a human version somewhere." Jacob pales slightly. "Have you? Turned up a human that's been--mutilated, and--put back together--wrong?"