All day long the three of them sulked around the house, Erik sitting in Amy's bedroom, staring out the window, a look so lost and desperate plastered on his face. His eyes were sunken into his head, and shadows crept across his face, giving him the image of a skull with a masculine body, but even then he looked just like skin and bones. Amy didn't want to point it out, but there was a stench that was becoming quite familiar whenever she passed by her room, and she knew it was Erik. It wasn't a very nice smell either. A mix of sweat, tears, sewage water, and clothes that hadn't been changed in days. Once she tried to convince him to take a bath and allow her to clean his clothes, but he did not move, not even acknowledge her except for a grunt.

Elizabeth sat on their ragged sofa, doing a bit of crocheting, her movements automatic, and she would always stop after a couple of loops and count how many she did. She knew she would never be able to see the things that she made, but she always had the feeling that they came out alright, even if they weren't perfect. At the moment she was working on a blanket that would be used for a baby that their neighbors were about to give birth to. There was no joy in her face, just the blank look she always had, but there was a hint of anger behind it. Amy could not tell why her sister was angry, nor would she dare ask. When her sister got mad, there was no getting it out of her.

Amy on the other hand, had nothing to be sad about. Even though she had a strange, funny smelling man in her house, she was alright, but something was holding her down. Was it the fact that both Erik and Liz seemed to be upset? Or was it because she knew that Erik's heart still belonged to that girl; Christine? She didn't know why, but every time she heard that name, she felt her chest swell up tremendously in anger. She grew furious, wanting to know how she could do something like that to Erik. But every time she shrugged it off, wondering why she even cared about how that man felt.

To occupy herself she began to clean, dusting everything that even looked the slightest bit unclean, and she swept all of the floors except for her own room; She didn't want to disturb Erik. She even changed into her work dress and began to scrub the floors, trying to get scuffs and dents out the best she could.

At around five o'clock Amy started to make dinner, just boiling whatever vegetables they had, and cooking the last bit of chicken they owned. She sighed and then began to think to herself as she started to set the table up for dinner. She'd have to go to the market tomorrow for more food, but who would come and help her carry everything? Certainly not Liz… and the neighbors were too busy with the upcoming arrival of a child. Would Erik be well enough by then to venture out? She didn't know, but one thing was for sure, he was going to clean himself before he went anywhere out in public with her. And with that thought she smiled to herself, going to fetch some hot water for a bath for Mr. Smells in her bedroom. There was no way he was stepping foot in her kitchen without at least smelling like a human.

Half an hour later, Amy dragged a large tub into her bedroom, and Erik turned his head to look at her.

"You silly woman… what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm making you take a bath that's what I'm doing. You're making the entire apartment smell like the toiletries, and pretty soon the neighbors will start to complain." Amy smiled softly as she checked to make sure the water was still warm, and she walked over to him, motioning for him to get into the tub.

"Go on, get in… The water will get cold."

"I won't…"

"Erik, get in or I'll force you in."

"I would love to see that attempt…"

Amy stood there for a moment, her fists clenched as she glared at him. He was making this hard on purpose. She stalked over to him and moved in front of him, starting to undo his shirt. Her cheeks flushed deeply as she undid his shirt with one hand, it finally falling open. She then took him by the arm and tried to pry him off the chair, but he would not come. He just sat like a bump on a log. She pulled even harder and Erik felt himself getting annoyed.

With one sweep he brushed her backwards and into the tub, soaking herself and the floor. The fall was painful as her head knocked against the rim of the tub. She winced and brought her good hand up to the back of her head. She kicked and struggled to get free, but the only way would be to tip the tub over, and she finally did, the warm water pouring onto her floor, dumping her out as well. She coughed and sputtered, putting her hand up to her neck as she looked up at Erik. Suddenly she felt this monster starting to grow inside of her stomach. She didn't know what it was, but it was about to crawl out of her throat and attack him.

"What is your problem!"

Amy stood up with the help of her one arm and she took one of her gloves off and threw it at him. He caught it with a bewildered look on his face, slowly starting to stand up and back away from her.

"I let you into my house, I feed you, I give you a place to sleep, and THIS is how you repay me! I ONLY WANTED YOU TO TAKE A BATH!" She pointed her finger at him, her hand trembling. Water filtered in around her feet, but she ignored it. She was furious, and she wanted him to know that.

"You smell, you reek, you're filthy, you STINK! No wonder Christine left you!"