(Warning! Brief animal cruelty and child abuse!)
A chain-link fence was the first thing Annette saw once she reached the next memory. The second thing was sawdust on the floor, seemingly freshly thrown on the ground for whatever reason.
On the other side of the fence, a group of people were crowded in front of a man behind a table. He was shouting various numbers, and writing on a chalkboard behind him.
When Annette took a more detailed look around her, she saw other people next to her, speaking in hushed whispers. Curious as to what they were talking about, she stepped closer to one of them.
She also tried to ignore the Kangal dog sitting next to them, with an unusually ferocious look to its face.
“So tell me again what makes this Slayer lady unusual in the dogfighting circuit? I hear she wasn’t able to join in on this until she found an ‘interesting’ specimen a few years back,” one asked his acquaintance.
“You’ll see. To be honest, I’m pretty foggy on the details myself,” the other man said. “All I really know is that her choice in dogfighting isn’t really one you should use; And she had to jump through a lot of hoops to even get her breed to qualify.”
Annette stood petrified over hearing all this, knowing the reasons why Miss Slayer would have had problems. She didn’t have time to lament over it, however, as it was ostensibly time for the match to start.
The two behind the fence with her pulled their Kangal behind them with a heavy chain, which was attached to its neck. The dog itself was clearly displeased at these people dragging it out to a crowd.
She then watched from the other side, as a familiar woman emerged from her own fence.
Elvira too held a chain with something attached to it. Several of the spectators gasped when they realized she had not a dog, but rather a child with her.
Said child was filthy, with messy red hair and damaged clothing. He couldn’t have been much older than twelve at this point. Regardless, he was trying his best to appear menacing.
“I can’t believe Sinbad spent a decade of his life in this hell…” Annette whispered as the two combatants were brought into a small arena.
The instant the chains were taken off, both dog and boy were at it. Immediately, the Kangal got a hold of Sinbad’s shoulder with its teeth. Sinbad tried to emulate it, biting its ear to try and get it off of him.
Whatever the positions both were in, the two were clearly intent on drawing blood. Their attacks just became all the more intense, and hard to watch.
Annette was having a hard time watching, and in fact was not able to. She had to look away, still able to hear the cries and whimpers of pain as the fight went on.
These sounds then faded into silence. Annette uncovered her eyes to see the scene had changed. She didn’t know whether to be glad or worried, though.
“Now where am I…?” Her answer was given soon enough when she heard a baby crying.
This wasn’t what eventually caused her to jump in shock, however. What did was the sound of glass breaking, and a man’s voice shouting quite angrily.
“Have you fucking lost your mind?!” This one line told her where she was now. Had Annette gone upstairs, she would have likely seen herself with a pre-Malum Builder.
She forced herself to turn around, and watch a now young adult Sinbad hollering at Amy, shaking her like a rag doll and getting spit on her face. He then threw her to the ground, still very much seething with rage.
Then came Amy trying to reason with Sinbad, stating she didn’t want the town to hate her. Sinbad just shot back, demanding why she would try and pull this.
“Because you’re my best friend!” Amy desperately gave as her reason for trying to get Sinbad to sign her baby’s birth certificate.
Hearing this sent a sharp pain into Annette’s chest, as she recalled an event from her past. The Amy of her universe had said it about her Sinbad, the one she ended up marrying.
That event felt so far away from this one. This Sinbad was clearly not amused at this Amy for playing the ‘best friend’ card.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” He hollered directly into her face. “I didn’t realize you were brown-haired and six-foot-three! Because last I checked, that’s what my best friend looked like!”
As he shouted, he pointed toward the truck outside Amy’s house. Annette could just make out a head of brown hair sitting in the back.
In the end, Sinbad then stomped off toward the door. Amy just keep trying to keep him from leaving.
“Sinbad, no! Please, I need your help in this! Please don’t leave me!” Her voice was beginning to choke up, indicating she was on the verge of tears. Her cries for clemency were returned with him looking back with a glowering look on his face.
“You and Blondie deserve each other,” Sinbad hissed at her before going out the door, slamming it behind him.
Once he was gone, Amy stood frozen for a few moments, before running upstairs to retrieve her screaming newborn.
Then the scene faded.
Once Annette was back, she put her fingers into her ears, and twisted them around. Sinbad’s yelling was so loud, it just might have caused her some hearing damage.
“Like I wasn’t already going deaf…” She then pulled her fingers out of her ears, and turned to see Sinbad’s ghost.
Interestingly, Sinbad was looking down and away from her, almost as if he were ashamed of his actions in the last memory. Annette didn’t dare bring it up as she approached him.
“Let’s just get this over with, so I can be gone from your life quicker,” she whispered as she appealed to his apparent hatred of her, before saying the line:
“You know her sins, now give your verdict.”
Sinbad didn’t look up at her, just extended his left arm out as he gave the thumbs down. This gave Annette a good look at his now ghostly engagement ring.
Once he disappeared, Annette looked down herself, before looking over at Sinbad’s body still in the chair.
“Funny how things in this universe ended up so differently than in mind,” she said before the eleventh door opened, and she stepped through it.