They sat around the table in friendly silence, taking in the peace and quiet, save for Hank's distant grunting from inside as he presumably fought a battle of intense shitting.
Walt Jr sat back in his outdoor patio chair, enjoying the cool, fresh air of the early afternoon. The sun was up, a light breeze flowing and a cloudless blue sky. Truly a nice day to spend some time with family and have lunch outside.
Sighing, Walt Jr pushed away his plate of almost finished chicken and said, 'm-m-may I be excused for a m-m-moment?'
'Of course, honey, we were just going to have some drinks anyway,' Skyler answered.
Slowly getting up from his comfortable spot on the chair and grabbing a hold of his crutches, Walt Jr hobbled with crutch assistance across the undercover lunch area and made his way over to the sliding glass door to the house. Sliding open the door he entered the house, remembering to close the door behind him.
The house was warm and silent, just as it was most of the time. Despite the cool air outside, the inside of the house was dim and stuffy. Momentarily forgetting why he was inside in the first place, Walt Jr frowned in forgetfulness. A few seconds later he remembered that he needed to go to the toilet. Surely Uncle Hank must be finished by now, he thought as he crossed the hallway and approached the bathroom door. It was closed, but that could mean nothing.
Just as Walt Jr was about to turn the doorknob and open the door, the he heard the toilet flush. Realizing Uncle Hank must still be in there, Walt Jr grabbed a firm hold of his crutches and hobbled with intense speed and determination away from the bathroom door, not wanting to be seen to have been about to enter the bathroom while it was being used.
Walt Jr emerged back outside with great speed, or as great a speed as he could manage with his crutches. His mother had a mildly surprised look on her face, 'that was quick, Walt Jr.'
'I did-did-didn't actually need t-t-to go.'
The sliding door was opened again from behind Walt Jr and his uncle came strolling out, holding something large in his arms; a microwave.
'Honey, what the hell are you doing with that?' Marie asked in surprised curiosity.
'Thought we'd test it out, that's all. It's meant to fully work outside just like it does inside.'
'I honestly don't see the point of such a thing…' Walt muttered to himself.
Honey, I don't know, it might not work…' Marie started doubtfully.
'Yeah, come on, I'll just try it out, it'll be fine,' Hank insisted enthusiastically before turning to Walt Jr, 'hey, kid, mind giving me a hand plugging this thing in?'
'Yeah, sure,' Walt Jr replied, changing his course from the table to follow Hank across the pavement.
The closest place to the table to plug in the microwave was a small brick rising located on the pavement right next to the pool. Walt and Hank often stated how much of an inconvenient and dangerous place it was to put a power point, but nothing was done about it.
Hank set the microwave down with an exhalation of breath and plugged the cord into the power point. Walt Jr was excited about trying this out, so he began a little bit of a rush over to where his uncle was next to the pool. He didn't even see the small puddle of water in front of his feet as he slipped in it and staggered forward, desperately flailing his arms around trying to grab a hold of something for support. When both of his crutches toppled onto the ground, Walt Jr was sent sprawling forward, slamming into the side of his uncle.
'Shit!' Shouted Hank as he grabbed a hold of the microwave, falling sideways. The full impact of Walt Jr's collision was worse than it had originally appeared. Walt Jr now face flat on the ground, Hank fell to his right with the microwave still in hand, splashing down into the depths of the pool.
There were a series of short, bright spark flashes before the water in the pool seemingly shuddered once. Then calm. A few moments passed before a dark, hulking shape floated slowly to the surface.
Hank's body was motionless; eyes still open with an expression of sad shock. His mouth was slightly agape, water gushing in and out. The microwave that went down with him rocked gently in the water next to him, its door slightly open, small sparks still cracking inside.
'No!' Came a loud shout from behind Walt Jr. Turning his head as best he could from his position lying face down on the ground, he could see Marie pushing her chair aside and running across the pavement.
'What have you done?!'
Realizing she was talking to him, Walt Jr replied, 'I-I-I didn't see, I-I-I'm s-s-sorry Aunt Marie…'
By this time both Walt and Skylar had gotten out of their seats as well, rushing to the scene of the tragedy. Skylar crouched down in an attempt to help her son while Walt hurried to Marie's side, staring down at the pool and the body of Hank, floating dead in silence.