Disclaimer: Still, you know... not mine. None of it is mine, except for Mina. Too bad. Royalties would be really nice. I'm student-broke. That's not true; I'm in high school and my mom forwards money into my checking account.

To Mina's left running straight through a section of the house was a very large yellow bulldozer. Solving the mystery of the power outage, still crackling wires hung around the bulldozer.

"Good god! Get away from my home... my... 'Cause I've seen blue skies, through the tears in my eyes, and I realize... I'm going home..."

"What the hell?! Are you singing?!"

"Cards for sorrow, cards for pain..."

"Jesus Christ..."

Mina ran through the mud to the bulldozer, shouting.

"Hey! Hey! Excuse me, hey!"

When she got close enough, Mina saw the man in the bulldozer turning to watch her.

"Yes, hey, excuse me, hello," she said. "Would you mind not destroying this house? I'm kind of in the middle of something."

The man looked at her blankly. "Sorry, lady. The plans have been on display for months."

"Yeah, well, I'm doing a story here. I'm a reporter. Could it wait?"

He pushed up his hard hat and scratched his head absent-mindedly. "Sorry," he said again, "You could write about the demolition, I guess."

Mina clenched her fists. It took a quite a lot of effort to keep her clenched fists at her sides instead of in the construction worker's face. With an incredible lack of fury she growled "Look. I only need like ten, no, five minutes and then you can destroy the house to your heart's content. If you could just back up a little, I'll turn on auxiliary power, go inside, and come out when I'm done. Ok? Real quick. Please?"

The man switched to scratching his chin, somewhat less absent-mindedly. "Well," he said slowly, "I guess I'm not really on too tight a schedule... You'll really be fast?"

"Absolutely! Fast like a monkey on steroids. Now, back up, if you would be so kind."

"What ever happened to Fay Wray? That delicate, satin draped frame..."

The bulldozer slowly began to back out of the hole it had created in the house. "Thank you!" Mina shouted over the noise. She ran into the hole and spotted a grey box on the wall. She pulled open the door on the box, relieved that it wasn't locked. She looked only briefly at the control panel before finding the right switch. Auxiliary Power: 2nd floor. She flipped it to "On". Several reassuring and slightly frightening sparks flew at Mina's face. "Ok, it's on." she said.

Mina turned on her soaked, muddy, shoeless heel and did some more running out of the house and back around to the front door. Once she had regained her bearings she rushed through the house, up the stairs, and into the room where Frank's body lay, still lifeless, in the bottom of a now damp and rainbow coloured tub. She stopped just short of the control wall and leaned against it, breathing heavily.

"Ok... here... we go..." Tiredly she knelt down and used all her remaining strength to turn the wheel once more. Regaining her breath, Mina made her way over to the tub again. She touched a finger to Frank's arm.

"Give yourself over to absolute pleasure,"

"Come one... work!"

"Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh,"

"Work!"

"Erotic... any... and..."

"Yes!"

"Forev-..."

Silence. Mina stood perfectly still. She waited. She watched. She listened. Complete silence. "Yes." She leaned into the tank and poked Frank on the shoulder.

"Hey. Hey! Wake up, we've got to go. Come on!"

Suddenly the shoulder twitched. Mina jumped back then remembered that this was a good sign and returned to the tub. Frank's eyes flickered open.

"Hello, there," he said weakly.

Mina smiled. "Ok! Let's go."

"Bit of a problem there, actually. I'm having a little trouble moving my limbs at the moment."

The smile vanished. "You're kidding," said Mina flatly. "You must be kidding. If you are not kidding then I will be very, very sad."

"Don't worry. I'm very good at cheering people up," He grinned wryly.

Mina groaned. "Great. Just great." She leaned into the tank again and tugged on Frank's arm. When she had gotten him out she held him around the waist next to her, in an attempt to encourage him to walk. "Jesus!" she said. "How heavy is a soul anyway? Now, don't you feel shy about telling me when you're ready to walk on your own."

"You'll be the first to know, love,"

Ok! I lied. This is actually the second to last chapter. Jeeze, I might actually finish a story, here. That'll be weird. And just so you know, I had exactly 0 days, 0 hours, and 0 minutes to proof-read this, so excuse it's horrible badness. Anyway, after I finish this I will return to my completely un-thought out POTO fic. Please read it! It's very good! Er, so I've been told. Sparkling grey, the my own veins; any more than a whisper, any sudden movement of my heart, and I know. I know, I'll have to watch them pass away.