(Warning! Mentions of drug use and brief use of slurs)
After Shark was finished with his own shower, he took the time to make certain he didn’t miss any spots whatsoever.
He was at least grateful that technology wasn’t so advanced that he couldn’t figure out how the implements worked. It at least got his mind off the dilemma going on back at home.
When Shark was dried off and dressed for bed, he came out to see an unusual and amusing sight. Sinbad was staring up at the ceiling, currently in his own little situation.
“Don’t hold me to this, man, but I think,” He said while putting a finger up for emphasis, “I think, the dog had a nightmare.”
Sagebear was sitting directly on Sinbad’s chest, rapidly panting and with her eyes darting frantically about the room. Seeing the way she was acting made Shark’s heart hurt.
“Ohhh, Sagebear. Come here, sweetie…” Carefully, Shark took her into his arms and sat down with her, setting her into his lap.
Right away, Sagebear then leaned up and rested her paws onto his shoulders. Shark smiled and returned her hug.
“It’s okay, Sagebear! Your daddies are here. They’ll chase away all the bad dreams for you!” He then touched noses with her. Sinbad sat up and did the same.
Amara and Amelia patiently waited for their turn to speak when Emit finished telling them of the prophecy of which he was aware.
“Does it always end like that?” Amara asked to break the growing silence. “I mean, if our mother hadn’t died, would we have…?”
“Perhaps,” Emit answered for her. “At this point, it is no longer possible to know. But I do know that there was a chance it could have happened.”
He then flipped to another section of the book. “I had hoped to avoid it from happening in the past, but I failed. Even my own power appears to be uncontrollable in this crisis.”
Then he showed the two girls a rather bizarre series of illustrations. Most of them were nearly indecipherable, but all showed common components. The number twelve seemed especially prevalent.
“Now, I must admit, I myself am quite confused at this. The opposing force is…shall we say, unpredictable? But I know that the fate of both the past and the present are in great peril.”
“And that’s why you tried to crystallize the town in the past, right?” Amelia said before he could keep going.
Emit nodded. “But even I should have known that a prophecy cannot be defied. All that can be done is hope fortune smiles on those with the better intentions.”
After Shark and Sinbad went to sleep after calming Sagebear down, Sinbad found himself in a very surreal location.
“Whoa…” Sinbad reached out his hand and moved it, fascinated by the motion blurring.
Everything around him looked vaguely like an old, very expansive forest, although the sky above him was painted with numerous, erratic colors. They pulsed continuously, almost making him dizzy.
“Oh, jeez…Good thing I don’t get nauseous easily.” He tried taking a few steps in any direction, but didn’t seem to be making any progress.
Then, footsteps could be heard behind him. Quickly turning to confront the potential dream monster, he sighed in relief when he saw it was just Shark and the others.
“Sinbad!” Shark then ran over and hugged him. “Are you having this dream, too?”
Sinbad looked over his fiance’s shoulder. “Guess so. Looks like we’re all having something like that.”
The other four adults looked absolutely puzzled, though Dennis was the first to say anything about it:
“Am I the only one who thinks there was something in that pizza we ate?”
Blaise just shrugged. “That, or we somehow went back in time and entered yer dead brother Bill’s LSD-fueled trips.”
Apparently unfazed by all around them, Harwood and Marc just engaged in casual banter with each other.
“Would you believe I did MDMA on my wedding night,” he said while gesturing to the sky, “and what I experienced was nowhere near as trippy as this is?”
Marc looked surprised and appalled by this admission. “You’ve done ecstasy, old man?!”
Harwood just nodded. “If it calms you down, it belonged to Macy. I don’t how how she got a hold of it, and I can’t ask her since she’s been dead for years.”
He then looked off into space. “But at least here I don’t hear the stove calling me a filthy mixed-blood chigger.”
Everyone else was just stunned by what he said. Even Sagebear looked a bit taken aback. Then Sinbad snapped everyone else out of it.
“How about we forget my dad’s freaky time he used drugs, and try to figure out if there’s an exit to this place?”
(Song I listened to while writing this, and almost named the chapter after: )