Even with the head on its rightful place, it doesn't seem to get much of a reaction from the bear. The expression on the face is void of any emotion, pupilless and stuck in a frozen gasp. It really is just a suit now, any and all life it once held is out for lunch.

The black gunk, however, continues to move, even grow despite being cut off from its source. Although shapeless for the most part, two very identifiable arms shoot out from the mass, crashing down into the floor and grabbing down at the rubble around it.