It was sunset by the time the others got back to Emit’s house.
Harwood and Marc were poring over a series of photographs that showcased various sculptures, while speaking to each other about them.
“Oh, I remember this one,” Harwood said as he held up one of the pictures. “I think I sculpted this one shortly after Gonggong died. Look close enough, and you’ll see where the grief I was feeling got too much.”
Marc just nodded, apparently not able to figure out what best to say about a piece made after the death of his great-grandfather.
“Were those the sections you smashed in with what I assume was a baseball bat?” He did say while pointing to a spot on the photo.
Now Harwood nodded. “Grief and anger can be a powerful combination, son.”
Behind them, Blaise and Dennis were sharing their leftover pizza.
“Ya got Sharky’s favorite just in case he wants it, right?” Blaise asked with her mouth full. Dennis gestured to the small box he had with him to answer her.
After she swallowed the chewed up pizza in her mouth, Blaise then stared wistfully off into space. “I sure wish Alma and Dudley were here to see this place. She’d have a hell of a heyday gettin’ story ideas, and he’d love the apparent lack of crime!”
Then both their expressions faltered. Remembering Alma and Dudley’s possible fate made them realize why they were in the future in the first place.
Sagebear was delightedly licking her chops after consuming all the ground hamburger she’d been fed.
After she then licked the plate clean, she then hopped up onto the bed Shark and Sinbad were sitting on. Sinbad then began to pet her as she lay into the mattress like some sort of dog puddle.
“You calling this bed, dog?” The way she then rubbed against his hand seemed to be taken as ‘yes’. “Yeah, that’s cool. I’ve slept on worse than a floor of the future.”
When he got up, Sinbad noticed Shark was already on the floor, having apparently rolled off the bed after Sagebear made her decision.
“The floor isn’t so bad,” he said with a bit of a surprised muffle. “I think it’s heated!”
To make sure he was telling the truth, Sinbad lay down next to him and turned to look at him. His expression then became one that was duly impressed.
“Damn… How much money you think Mister E pisses away on this?”
A blanket then fell onto the both of them. Looking up, Shark and Sinbad watched as Sagebear rolled about in a rapturous frenzy.
“You’d think she died and went to Dog Heaven. All she needs is infinite steaks and endless belly rubs, and she’d be set for eternity,” Shark mused as he kept watching her enjoy her temporary bedding.
“Mister Relevart?” Amelia and Amara waited until their shifts ended to look for Emit. “Are you home? We need to ask something of you.”
The twins could’ve sworn they heard an unfamiliar person yell out the word, “Shit!” before it got quiet.
“You really think the time keeper’s going to be here? Maybe he’s at home,” Amara told her sister before they entered Emit’s study.
The sight before them caused both of them to stop in their tracks. All the books in Emit’s study appeared to have been ripped out and destroyed. It looked as though an earthquake had caused much of it to topple and be destroyed.
“Oh, my! Was Mister Relevart the victim of a burglary?” Both women searched about the study, but there didn’t appear to be any other signs of a struggle.
“Hey, Time Keeper! If you’re here and not dead, say something-” Amara then doubled over, holding her hand over her eyepatch. A sudden blast of pain seemed to have overtaken her.
Amelia ran over to her sister. “Amara! What is it? Is your injury harming you?”
But it seemed they knew the real reason why she was in agony now.
When Emit heard his last name being called, he looked back toward his study.
“Oh, it seems two of my disciples have come to look for me.” He stepped toward the door, before glancing to a now-retreating Builder. “Do promise to keep what I have disclosed to you a secret now, all right?” He requested before bowing to them.
The Builder just shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. Later.” They then hopped up onto the roof and seemingly vanished from sight.
Emit then opened the door back to his ruined study, and led the two women out to the balcony he’d been at.
“We’re so sorry to disrupt you, Mister Relevart,” Amelia told him with a remorseful voice. “But we were wondering if you still had those documents we needed to read.”
“Oh yes! Of course!” Emit said as he led Amara to a chair, and checked to see what her problem was. “But first we should perhaps see if your sister is going to be all right.”