Chapter 7
What the hell. Tintin thought as he woke up in the middle of the night with a terrible headache. I feel terrible. What happened? I got drunk, didn't I. Wow. Way to go.
Suddenly a strange sound filled his ears. He was so disoriented that he couldn't quite tell where it was coming from. He got up and walked into the hallway. There was a creaking sound coming from one of the guest rooms so he slowly opened it.
Inside were David and Annika sleeping…on one another… oh shit this is embarrassing, they're not sleeping they're not sleeping. Annika and David were too distracted to notice him so he shut the door quietly and walked away. But he still heard the noise, and it wasn't the bed creaking. His hangover state wasn't helping.
He stumbled into the messy bathroom with the wide open door, covered in Annika's makeup and Haddock luggage. "Hello," Tintin screamed, surely hearing a noise. Inside the bathroom was Elton peeing. He didn't even lock the door or turn of the light. "Hey," he calmly and shamelessly replied.
Tintin didn't say anything back and slowly shut the door for him. "Wait where are you going," Elton said, his slurred stoner voice drowning out. Tintin couldn't even think about what happened. His brain hurt. His head pounded.
He moaned as he walked down the stairs. He was tired but he couldn't sleep, he needed medicine or water or something. He thought about waking up poor Nestor or even trying to find Captain but he didn't remember the temporary room arrangements. He didn't care about the noise anymore it was probably all in his head. He didn't remember anything. He was trying to figure out who Elton and Annika and David were. He knew but he couldn't remember at the moment all he could think about was the hangover pain.
Finally when he reached the foot of the stairs, he realized what the mysterious noise was. It was his dog, Snowy, barking. When Tintin realized, he was so distraught and dumbfounded. He slapped himself in the face and laughingly said, "Snowy, can you get me some water."
But Snowy wouldn't stop barking. The little white figure stood at the door and barked until Tintin realized there was a crack in the large, French doors. He walked up to them and the cold, rainy wind sharpened his senses a bit.
Outside the manor was a figure walking in the rain with a backpack. Away from the manor, that is.