If this agenda advanced by reaching its doom threshold:

Everywhere you go, you can feel its piercing awareness in your mind. It is too powerful for you to resist. You can feel it as it watches your every move, listens to your every thought, and tastes your every fear. It picks at your nerves, as if its cold, dark fingers were digging through your cerebrum. You look down to your own hands, and feel an unsettling thought growing in your mind. Your own body looks foreign to you, and with a grim finality your consciousness is thrust aside to make room for this new sentience.

You stand in the lobby of the hotel, the building suddenly silent and seemingly empty. You hold the bottle of the strange liquid up to the light and consider its contents again. Your eye twitches as it traces the swirling, churning green solution within, and you shudder as you wonder what other effects this concoction may hold. You slide the bottle into your pocket, finding some measure of comfort in knowing that the strange goings-on of the Excelsior have been put to rest, at least for now.