The somber and melancholy mood surrounding Emit’s death had been dispelled in favor of the new problem at hand.
After it was discovered that half of their group had disappeared, the rest of them ended up sitting in the dark and empty art gallery with the twins.
“I do hope those three didn’t go off to go skinny dipping, or something…” Dennis muttered while pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’d think they would at least tell us if they did that, Denny,” Blaise told him as she took a seat on a nearby table.
“And we weren’t gone that long. They couldn’t have gotten far, anyway.” Marc raised his arms as he spoke, then placing them on Sagebear’s belly. He then started gently rubbing her, as though to tell her it would be okay.
Amara and Amelia sat opposite the others, trying to figure out what could have happened. Amelia then got an idea.
“If they aren’t the type to just run off without speaking, maybe…” She faltered trying to find the right words. “Maybe they were abducted?”
Annette could only watch as Horse-Face threw the three men, who now had the duct tape forcibly removed from their faces, into a cell parallel to hers. Horse-Face seemed unusually brutal throwing Sinbad in.
Rubbing his shoulder, Shark tried sitting up and looking about the cell. The way his cheeks were stained with tears made it evident how he was feeling about all this.
Harwood groaned out, also feeling the pain of hitting a hard stone floor. “Any idea where we are?” He croaked out.
“Given who I’m looking at in the cell across from us,” Sinbad told him with a scowl, “I’m casting my vote for ‘Hell’.”
It seemed as if Sinbad was still as ill-tempered as ever towards her. Annette tried not to let his words get to her as she sat down next to the bars.
Now attempting to ignore her, Sinbad turned to look at Horse-Face. He took a glance at what he was wearing and sneered.
“Hey buddy. I think the costume shop got your horse halves mixed up.”
Horse-Face said nothing to this snide remark. Instead he calmly strode over to the prison cell, reached in, and back-handed Sinbad hard across the face. The blow was enough to send Sinbad flying to the ground.
“Ow! What the fuck was that for, you horse’s ass?!” Shark and Harwood gathered on either side of him, holding him upright.
There was a moment of hesitation before Horse-Face answered him. “If I were The Builder, you would be dead from that. Don’t speak out of line, for words can bring mischief.”
He then turned to go, but not before gesturing for Ox-Head to follow him. In a show of much reluctance, Ox-Head did so.
Sinbad crossed his arms, and stared at the door when the two assistants left.
“What crawled up that guy’s ass and died?” He then rubbed the side of his cheek where he’d been smacked.
Then next to him, Shark began crying again. The pitiful sound was bad enough for Sinbad to turn and face him.
“Oh no…Oh, come here, man.” Carefully, Sinbad pulled Shark over to him, letting him cry on his shoulder.
Harwood watched the two of them exchange comforting gestures. He then looked over at Annette, who was still watching. He raised an eyebrow at her.
For whatever reason, Annette was suddenly embarrassed. She scooted back toward the stuffed form of her daughter, and hid under the table.