Keeping himself awake while driving was becoming increasingly difficult.
Dennis ended up stopping the car just to rub his eyes. Peeking at the digital display, it just confirmed that it was early in the morning.
Next to him, Blaise began stirring from the sleep she was in. When she saw that Dennis was trying not to nod off, she rubbed the sleep away and asked him, “My turn to drive now?”
Dennis nodded. He slowed the car to a stop, in order for them to switch places. When he was in the passenger’s seat, he looked behind him towards the back.
In the backseat, Shark was fast asleep, possibly having gotten tired from the car ride. On his stomach, Sagebear was curled up and quietly snoring away.
“We’ll get there soon, boy,” he sleepily whispered to his son, “I promise.”
Annette held her nose in an attempt to keep from smelling the inside of the cell she was being held in.
The policeman on duty seemed to be ignoring her whenever she tried bringing it up. Sighing in frustration, she sat back onto the dingy bench provided for her.
“Can’t I at least get a phone call?” The question was rather pointless. Annette didn’t know Elvira’s number, and she certainly didn’t believe The Builder had a phone.
Her thoughts were rendered moot, anyway. As the policeman reclined back, she watched as something dark and menacing approached him from behind.
Before she could call out to him, his body fell to the floor. His throat had been deeply gashed. It was quite obvious who the culprit was.
With a vicious scowl on their face, The Builder walked over to Annette’s cell.
Using the power of what Annette presumed was Omnipotence, they yanked the cell door off its hinges.
As she then stepped out of the cell, Annette was then subjected to a growl, and a hard slap across the face. It was hard enough for her to end up on the ground.
“You had one job, you insufferable lush!” The Builder shouted at her with the fury of Hell itself. “Now I gotta wait until tomorrow before I can take you back!”
Then they suddenly quit with their shouting. Pinching the bridge of their nose, The Builder began flailing with their other arm before thinking of their next sentences.
“Okay, tell you what. If you promise not to get into any more trouble while I’m gone, well…”
Here they pulled out their hunting knife, and held it dangerously close to Annette’s face. “Maybe I’ll think about not stinging that whiny little cambion pal of yours. Sound good?”
Sitting on the floor, Sinbad kept his eyes barely open, as he tried to do what Harwood had recommended the family do together.
His breathing became slow, and deep. Off to the side, he could hear Marc also attempting to calm himself down enough.
Sinbad didn’t know much about proper meditation, or chakras. Given his past viewing habits, he felt like referring to his father as Guru Pathik.
Apparently, Harwood’s knowledge was far more encompassing. It was possible he learned it from his grandparents in childhood.
Now, all three men were situated on the floor, in varying states of concentration. Though they could barely hear him, Marc and Sinbad listened to Harwood’s quiet chanting.
It seemed unusual to be doing this, instead of thinking through actual plans for confrontation. Sinbad decided not to complain about it, though, and just go with it.
Trying to clear his mind of any distractions, Sinbad thought back to a year and a half before. Thinking of all the ‘attachments’ he had from that time, he could only really remember two:
Shark and Dennis.
For Dennis, Sinbad would be forever grateful for having taken him in. Having once worked with him, Dennis would no doubt have gladly accepted Sinbad as his son-in-law.
Having to forget him proved difficult.
As for Shark, that difficulty proved to be far more painful. Each memory of him that flickered in Sinbad’s mind was often a good one. The negative was far outweighed by the positive.
Even then, Sinbad had to let him go, albeit reluctantly.
“I’m sorry…” He didn’t remember if he actually said this, or merely felt this. He then told himself it was for the best, remembering the last words Shark had said to him:
‘I want you out of my life‘.
With that final memory, Sinbad erased Shark from his mind. He rationalized that Shark had no doubt forgotten about him in the time since then anyway.