She was sitting on the couch, pointlessly flicking through the various channels on the small tv stationed on the far side of the room five minutes before it happened. Michael strolled into the room while tapping on his Nokia Lumia.
"There's nothing ooonnnn!" Aylin howled, throwing the dated remote on the leather sofa. She slouched back and pulled the tartan blanket closer to her.
"I'm sure there's something!" Michael said, flopping down next to her. He picked up the remote and started flicking through. There was a look of utter concentration plastered onto his face. Aylin looked at him. She really looked at him. "Your right,"He chucks the remote, letting it skid across the table and onto the carpet. "there's nothing on." The re head bats him playfully and cuddles down next to him, grabbing his phone. She stares at the screen and laughs
"A calculator!" She exclaims, still giggling, "You are not normal Mr Weissman".
"What did you think I was doing?" He asked.
"Texting! You know, like NORMAL people do!"She shouts.
And that's when they heard it. It sounded far away at first, like thunder. The footsteps seemed to click along the laminate floor in the corridor. It began to grow louder, prowling closer. The door flew open and there, in his boots, was Charlie Lubeck.
"Fearless!"