She simply stared at him as he blocked her 'fumigation', then, as if a terrible commercial, held the can on her right palm, left fingertips gliding across the letters slowly, speaking them one by one, "L.Y.S.O.L., Magma, kills G.E.R.M.S. I don't know what that other words mean, mister high and mighty'.<br/><br/>She rolled her eyes at him, placing the can on the coffee table and walking into her bedroom. Arella was still asleep, and Millicent tucked her in tightly, kissing the girl's forehead again.<br/><br/>She stepped to the closet and rummaged through it, finding a pair of sleeping pants, t-shirt and underclothes. Bath time, she seriously deserved this moment.<br/><br/>Calgon. Take me away. With a nudge of Herbal Essence.<br/><br/>She grinned at this, then walked from the room, pausing at the doorway to check back on her daughter. With a whisper, her shadowy friends crept alive, covering the window and doorway. They would alert her if anyone, or anything, attempted to gain access.<br/><br/>Passing the back of the couch, she grabs her cell phone and makes way for the bathroom. A simple glance at the dark man signifies her still grumbled attitude.<br/><br/>Men. Psh.<br/><br/>She closes the door behind her, flicking on a small sidelight near the sink. This bath is nothing fancy, either. A small pedestal sink, mirror hanging above it, a sidelight, toilet, a rack with fresh towels and washcloths. The master of this room? The immensely oversized clawfoot tub.<br/><br/>She drops her clean garments at the bottom of the closed door, walking to fill the tub, popping the stopper in and turning on the hot water tap. She takes a moment to plop a huge glob of body wash into the running water, creating some serious bubbles.<br/><br/>She is not one for frivalous actions, simply tugging her skirt down, stepping from it, snaking out of her lace top and undergarments, leaving them at her feet. Quite sloppy even for her; justified given the day.<br/><br/>Her phone she takes in hand as she steps into the too hot water, cringing just a bit, slowly sitting, then sinking into the heaven on earth creation she has made.<br/><br/>The heat from the water in this small room begins to fog it, and she does not care as she flips on her phone, finding music to listen to. She leans back, pushing down as one knee bends, the other leg flops over the edge of the deep tub.<br/><br/>Some songs move you. They cause such a deep stir within your soul that you forget everything, everything, except that music; more importantly, the words. They can cause a calming effect, or quite the opposite. It just depends on where you are in life, at that moment, and what you happen to be listening to.<br/><br/>As the water continued to fill around her, now well over her chest, almost to her neck and chin, her eyes close, and that one song, begins from a track she created. Oddly, she did not add this particular music to her list. It was as if it magically forced itself there this night.<br/><br/>It causes her to fall asleep, with the combination of exhaustion, stress and the heat of this room and water. Her head falls against her chest, she now blowing her own bubbles in a sound lull, yet so much more in happening here.<br/><br/>Her body has given in, it can take no more. One might blame the fights she has been through, others may blame it on the soul, some even on a cryptic lyric.<br/><br/>As the phone's music screams from it's speakers, the water tugs up further over her face, and begins to seep onto the floor. The phone falls from her hand and smacks into the growing puddle, still playing the song that has put her into this comatose state.<br/><br/>She is travelling now. To a better time, a better place. Perhaps she will not live past this night, perhaps she will.<br/><br/>Her soul needs for her to remember what she forced herself to forget, and this needs done. Even if she cannot return, this flashback, even in an impending death, must occur.<br/><br/>For without life, there is no death.<br/><br/>As her breathing stops, her heart slows to a mere pulse here or there, and the water continues to roll from the tub, encasing her in this watery grave of sorts, one may wonder as to what particular song could have caused such a blunder in her being.<br/><br/>Fuel, "Hemorrhage".<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0080">FLASHBACK MOMENT. SEE THE ENDLESS NIGHT/IN THE CAVE</span>