A few days later, the families decided that their stay in Bridgeport had run its course.
Harwood had to make a few adjustments, and ended up putting their apartment up for sale. Apparently, he was done living in the city, and wanted to return to Twinbrook.
Eventually, all the loose ends in Bridgeport were properly tied up. everything was packed, and Marc promised his entourage that he would stay in touch.
“Boy, she really cracked, didn’t she?” Moony could only wonder what it was now like in Annette’s fractured mind. He clutched Sunny’s hand for reassurance.
Annette seemed to pay no attention, pouring tea out of one of the many teapots in the cell for her supposed party guests. The assistants just watched her do it, as if she were an animal in a zoo.
“It’s sad to watch,” Horse-Face whispered, mostly to himself. He was so quiet, in fact, that it were almost as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
Sinbad could tell Shark was dazzled by the choices in the wedding store. He just couldn’t stop staring at all the pretty flowers and decorations.
“Have you been in here before, Sinbad?” He asked when he managed to tear his eyes away from a particularly lovely-looking crystal replica.
Shaking his head, Sinbad pouted his lip out. “Nah. Didn’t seem right at the time. I did look in the display windows, though. Got some nice stuff in here.”
Grinning at the pictures Shark and Sinbad took, Shark squeezed his teddy bear closer. He was still surprised at how it was as big as he was.
Sinbad himself was smiling at them happy and kissing in the pictures. They were then interrupted by Sagebear coming up to them and snuffling the back of the pictures.
“Awww, hi Sagebear!” Shark cooed as he patted the bench they were sitting on. “You wanna see the pictures your daddies took?”
Annette watched forlornly from far away as the ragtag group began to take part in the festivities.
Several other people from the city could eventually be seen in the fairgrounds. After enough time had apparently passed, the booths were eventually becoming opened as well.
“Well, it’s not like I’m going anywhere else…” Carefully, Annette stepped out from her hiding place, only to be sent back to it by a car suddenly whizzing by.
Flying out of the portal, Annette tried to regain her footing when she hit the ground. She spat out any grass and dirt that got into her mouth.
“Why couldn’t I have been part cat?” She muttered when she brushed herself off. Seeing that she was back at the cabin, Annette snuck around to the other side.
Annette took a peek through it, seeing a far less explicit scene than the one from earlier. Shark and Sinbad were snuggling up against the couch, exchanging kisses. A now empty pizza box sat on the table in front of them.
(Note: Likely inaccurate Mandarin in this chapter)
“I should let you know, Mister Harwood,” Dennis brought up as he set his teacup down, “my granddaughter is a bit…different than most grandchildren.”
Harwood shrugged. “Grandchildren are grandchildren, no matter what.” He then watched as Marc swept up the broken ceramic on the floor. “Though, if Sinbad was there when you adopted her, would that mean…?”
“Yes, I would believe so,” Dennis answered for him, as if he predicted what he was going to say. “My granddaughter is your granddaughter as well.”
A little while after he said that, the apartment door opened, revealing Blaise holding Sagebear. The moment Sagebear saw Harwood, she began wriggling about before she was back onto the ground.