Whilst Tabitha, ever disgruntled by summer cheeses, opted to toss the stack of magazines strewn across the top of the stained walnut coffee table to the floor; in one fell dash.

"Huzzah and tally-ho! Samantha! That's the last time a cookie convention crumbles.

No.

Not under my watch."

All was lost - unbidden when the water began its pouring through the window.

Was the van still running and was Roger alright?

The bubbles chuckled through the small places that remained for oxygen; something sinister in the seeming of the unbidden closing in the sound of the sliding under water...

The bright took the dark and she almost remembered...she almost remembered....she almost..