About Me

Happy Jack closes his eyes, and Michael braces himself on the bar, staring at Happy Jack. The music from the piano in the corner gets louder and drowns out the sound. Happy lunges at the man, quick as anything, and with two punches and one knee, the man is down.

His table of friends jump up, the three of them coming to his aid. Michael gets up, tearing the first man off of Happy Jack, and decking him with one solid punch. The second man, notices Michael, and lands a blow to the face, but Michael retaliates with two body shots and one to the back of the head, the final man, wisely, decides to tend to his injured comrades.

Seeing that Happy may actually be killing the man who insulted him, Michael takes his glass of whisky, downs it, and smashes the empty onto Happy Jack’s back. Happy rises, taking a swing at Michael. But Michael ducks and Happy is sent reeling into the bar. Michael takes him by the collar and leads him to the door. Turning abruptly.

Emery stops as she hears the odd sound of creaking pipes. She makes her way over to the toilet and notices the water bubbling. Suddenly a red liquid seems to be bleeding into the water. Emery gasps and steps back as red water rushes out of the toilet, bubbling over the lip and quickly flooding the bathroom floor.

Emery screams as the sink squeaks and moans before red water rushes from the spout, splashing out of the basin and splattering the walls and Emery's face. Emery rushes towards it, cupping the spout with her hands to try and stop the water.

The toilets current suddenly gets violently stronger and the water pours out in gushes, rising to the height of Emery's ankles. She retreats to a corner of the bathroom, the sink spurting out and coating the tiled walls with red.

There is pounding on the door outside and Emery screams for help but dares not move. the current grows stronger as the sound of keys in a lock preface the swinging open of the door. Will steps hurriedly through the threshold ahead of the startled employee and takes Emery's arms in his hands. The Bathroom is clean and she seems to be reacting to nothing, batting at the air and shutting her eyes.

Guy stares down at the water, he sees it is tinged with red. He looks back out to see and sees something red bobbing close to shore. As it is pushed closer you can see it is a young girl, swaddled in a translucent red fabric that clings to every corner of her body as she tosses and turns in the waves. She bumps onto the sand at their feet, lying with her arms cradling her head, in a fetal position.

Guy stares to his left where she has washed ashore, moving to rise from his chair, but the woman next to him catches his arm, giving him an understanding look that urges him to remain seated.

 The girl on shore begins to cough, writhing in the sand and pulling at the red fabric that flattens itself to her mouth as she gasps for air. She twists and contorts, rolling onto her back and ripping the fabric at her face, her mouth and nose stabbing through. Her lips escape the fabric, and she breathes deeply.