"Hey Vincent?" Cid yelled. "C’mere a sec, I want you to help me with something!"
No answer.
Cid grumbled. He shoved a pack of sponges away and knocked over the detergent. He was determined to find where Shera had put his cigarettes. He’d already checked the trash. "Goddamnit, I said I was trying to quit. She didn’t have to take them! Huh, I thought we had another carton of something in here."
Cid sniffed, noticing a strong smell suddenly.
"Oh, someone must’ve left it ou—"
He was cut off by someone screaming upstairs.
"Shi—" He bashed his head on the inside of the cupboard as he turned around too quickly.
Something had fallen down the stairs, starting to bleach them. There was no Vincent. There was no Shera.
He tackled the phone, barely managing to dial the number at all, let alone correctly. "Holy fucking shit!"
"This is the Highwind residence I take it,"
"How the fuck did—look, just get the hell over here. I think Vincent’s doin’ something. It’s gotta be that damn alien."
"What’s happening?"
There was a thump and another scream from upstairs. Shera.
"I have no fucking clue. Just, please, remember, its not Vincent’ fault."
Cid flung the phone behind him and charged up the stairs, hoping he wasn’t too late for either of his friends.