Once Shark had heard enough kind and wonderful possible future events, he was finally calm enough to be lulled to sleep. Sinbad and Harwood now watched over him forlornly, wishing they could do more to help him through this nightmare.
When she deemed it best to come out of her hiding place, Annette did so while trying not to knock everything over. She shuddered at the very thought of what exactly that table was made of, but tried not to think about it.
“I still don’t know what the hell’s going on,” Sinbad murmured to Harwood, “and I’m not sure if I actually do want to know.”
Then the door to the prison room opened. This time, it showed two assistants coming down the stairs with The Builder, one far taller than the other.
Annette was about to call out to them, before assuming that Sinbad would get the wrong idea from her doing this.
Trying his best not to drop the tray he was holding, Moony walked unsteadily next to Sunny as they both descended the stairs. In front of the two, The Builder was casually licking their hunting knife clean of blood.
“I don’t see why you had to lock them up, given what you have planned for them-” He was shushed by The Builder turning around and thrusting their knife towards his throat. With that threat, he went quiet.
As soon as they all reached the floor, Sunny and Moony turned towards the three men in their cell, and offered what he had.
Behind him, The Builder sidled up next to Annette’s cell, pulling out their menthol cigarettes and lighter. Seeing her spouse so close by got Annette into a snippy mood.
“What are you gonna do to them, try to fatten them up and eat them, like Hansel and Gretel?” To this quip, The Builder grabbed her through the bars, and held her close to their face.
They then let loose with a loud belch, bringing forth a powerful stench of green apple vodka.
Amara and Amelia now stood outside, ostensibly to get some fresh air. In truth, it was to mull over a large amount of things.
Both were still reeling over the event a few hours before. It was enough to get Amelia to start crying again. Amara patted her on the back as if to tell her it would be all right.
While the two of them continued to silently mourn, Blaise came out and circled to face them.
“So how are the both of ya doing? Still trying to hang in there?” Amara nodded as she held her sister closer.
“It’ll probably take quite some time to move on from the Time Traveler’s death,” she said to Blaise. “He was like a father to us, especially when our mother died.”
Blaise nodded. “I get that. I can sort of relate to that.” She then leaned up against the nearby wall.
“Back when I was a kid, my mama left me and my daddy. I think I was about four? Anyway, the reason she left was because she wanted to ‘find herself’ or some hokey like that.”
She waved it off, frowning at what was presumably an untrue statement. “Whatever her reason was, it left me alone with my daddy. And I tell you, he made damn sure I got everything I needed in life.”
Both of the twins were now staring at her, listening intently in on her story.
“He sounds like he was a good man,” Amelia said through her sniffles.
Hearing this got Blaise to smile. “Ya bet he is! Big, burly guy, who’s also a gentleman. He respects women, too! Probably something about a big guy with a little girl that just makes women squeal from the cuteness!
“And my daddy’s a great cook! He’s especially good at making pies. When I was about ten, he started making some damn good Key Lime pies. I started asking for those on my birthday instead of cake, in fact.”
Now Blaise snickered at this, along with the girls. She then quickly calmed before continuing. “About three years later, he met his second wife Myrna.”
“His second wife?” Amara said to her. “So your birth mother never came back?”
“Nah. Never got so much as a birthday or Christmas card from her. My daddy didn’t like that one bit, so he remarried.”
Blaise now started wringing her hands. “All that fairy tale stuff that says stepparents are all evil? Yeah, that’s bullshit. I love Myrna, and my daddy loves her too. Enough to have five kids!” She ended this with sticking her tongue out in amusement. Then she finished.
“So yeah. I love my stepmama a whole lot. I love her even more now that I’m a stepmama myself. When her and my daddy die, I’m probably gonna be crying for days. So I don’t blame the two of ya for crying over Mister Emit. You go ahead and do that.”
The twins now smiled through the tears, glad that Blaise shared her story with them.
All of them were then interrupted, though, by the sound of Sagebear barking and running towards them.
“What in blue blazes?!” Dennis came running out with Marc as soon as he heard Sagebear. “Now, I wondered where she’d gotten off to!”
Sagebear was nigh-hysterical as she continued barking up a storm. She did so while beginning to spin around, her blanket flying off her in the process.
“You think she found something?” Marc asked the others. “What is it, girl? Tell us!”
Now Sagebear stopped spinning, and barked in the direction she came in. She was quite intent on getting them all to go with her.
Amara and Amelia stepped back, letting the others go off without them.
“We’ll stay here in case something happens,” Amelia said to them. “For now, you should go and see what she’s trying to tell you.”