Dejected, Barnum got up from bed and wandered, empty-headed, through the house.

Phillip followed.

The ringmaster wound up in the kitchen. Phillip watched as he rummaged through the cabinets - and stepped away with a drink in hand. Phillip couldn't even read the label on the side before Barnum was unscrewing the top.

"Hey!"

Barnum paused. His eyes flicked briefly about the kitchen, but saw nothing. Sighing, he tipped his head back and drank from the bottle straight.

With a sudden burst of force, the bottle launched from Barnum's hands and crashed against the wall, shattering. The cry that erupted from the ringmaster was more startled than terrified, and he whipped his head to look around the room once more.

Then his gaze landed upon Phillip.

The dead man, startled by his own strength, could only stare at Barnum as the ringmaster stared at him. He held an unnecessary breath, unsure of what to do or how Barnum would react.

Barnum, though, said nothing.

With a final glance at Phillip, he turned and left the room.

I'm going to Florida on Saturday so I apologize if I'm inactive for a bit, but I'll try to update a few times before then 👌🏻