Well, my T-shirt now has a large hole in it. Annabelle wanted to patrol the halls and I thought, since I needed to take things to the recyclable bins, that I'd force Annabelle to confront her fears about the new elevator. As soon as she let me know she was tired of patrolling, I picked her up, carried her back to 3 and called the elevator. I held her close to my chest with my left hand and the garbage in my right. As soon as the doors opened she panicked and tried to get out of my grasp. During her attempts to escape and, failing that, a climb up to my shoulder, she ripped the hell out of my T-shirt.