The corpse in the bathtub had to have been there for days, if not weeks. The telltale signs of suicide could be seen on the edge.
Shark and Sinbad had stopped with the screaming now, and just gawked at the tub filled with blood. Sagebear just sniffed at the lacerated arm that dangled over the side of the tub.
“No, Sagebear!” Shark told her in order to keep her from getting too close. “I can’t believe nobody knew this body was here…”
(Warning! Implications of suicide!)
“Remember back when I lived at the mansion, and you came over that one time?” Shark asked Sinbad as they were traversing the rainy town. “When Bill ran a golf cart through the front door?”
“Uhh…Kind of?” Sinbad switched the hand he was holding Sagebear’s leash with as he tried to think. “I remember you telling me not to watch him afterwards, because it’d encourage him.”
Shark nodded. “It feels so long ago now…What was it, two? Three years ago?”
The clouds in the sky were threatening rain later that morning.
Shark and Sinbad made certain to prepare for it by bringing an umbrella. Sinbad carried it over his shoulders as the two of them walked Sagebear in the overcast weather.
As another precaution, Sagebear had on her doggy raincoat. She happily trotted in front of them, panting the entire way. It seemed she was walking her humans, instead of the other way around.
(Note: Freaky/weird shared dream bullshit)
A few hours later, dawn was beginning to break in Hidden Springs.
Sinbad didn’t remember falling asleep again, but he had to have if he were waking back up. Looking over, he saw that Sagebear was still laying on Shark’s chest.
Carefully, he reached over and pet her on the head. He then got out of bed once more and wandered over to the kitchenette.
It was still dark out when Sinbad awoke. He reluctantly pulled away from his still sleeping fiance, and got out of bed.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Sinbad grabbed his pajama pants and pulled them on. He wanted to watch some TV, but he didn’t want to wake Shark up.
Shark looked so peaceful as he kept slumbering. Every once in a while, however, he shivered. Cringing at this, Sinbad pulled the blanket up on him. This looked to stop the shivering.
Sagebear was clever enough to leave a room if something fairly sexual was about to transpire. She waddled upstairs at once the moment the towels around Sinbad and Shark’s waists dropped to the floor.
Quickly, both men were back on the hide-a-bed, locking lips and running their hands all over each other. They were simply so caught up in the moment, it felt as though time had stopped completely.
Neither of them could hear any of the noises from upstairs, not even Marc’s breathing machine or Blaise’s snoring. It was all drowned out by their moaning and gasping.
The catastrophe that had happened earlier was on the news that night. Most of the family was sitting on the folded-up couch watching it in stunned silence. Sinbad and Shark were in the bath, and Sagebear was busy cleaning herself.
“So it was a dead woman falling from the ceiling that caused all that?” Harwood questioned the crime scene forming on the TV screen. “I guess that’s one way to ruin a party.”
“And she had four adopted kids!” Marc declared sadly. “Those poor little ones…”