When I Lay Down Not To Sleep part 2
It took a while, but Vincent finally managed to clear away the last of the kitty litter. Sure, he could have curled up in one of the other coffins and went to sleep. But this was his coffin, dammit. And after he removed the litter and cleaned the paw prints off the lid, he laid down and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep wasn't far away.
He lay still for several minutes, letting his mind wander as he awaited the depths of sleep. He had just started to doze off when a low, rumbling noise twisted in the pit of his stomach.
Vincent groaned, trying to ignore the cries of protest sounding in his abdomen. "I knew I shouldn't have had the chili before climbing in here," he muttered, doubling over and wrapping his arms around his torso. "It was good, though. Turks secret recipe. Probably the only good thing that ever came out of that organiza - "
His sentence was cut short by an enormous blast trumpeting in the silence of the basement.
The lid of the coffin was thrown halfway across the room, with poor Vincent coughing and choking on his own noxious fumes. Moments later he went running up the stairs, hoping to reach the bathroom on the second floor before chaos erupted in his pants.