Kate washed her hands and checked her hair in the mirror. One hair was standing on end and she yanked it out. As she preened herself she was unaware of the apparition that had appeared with her.
          The Randy One was soaping himself in a bath full of water, turned red by the blood that had oozed from the various wounds of his nether regions. He sported a pink shower cap and rarely took his eyes off of Kate. He grinned often and, it would seem, deliberately dropped the soap.
          Kate moved from the mirror and looked over at the bath. She considered stripping down and bathing in its porcelain beauty but decided that because the whole house was entirely made of glass and Lewis and Oswald were lurking about that she’d settle to sit on the side and play with the taps.
          The Randy One grinned from ear to ear and began to creep up closer; just enough to get a good look down Kate’s shirt. He was about to stick his head through the fabric when the door burst open.
          "Kate thank god I found you," Drew panted.
          "Why? What’s happened?" Kate gasped getting to her feet.
          "Nothing I just wanted to be really dramatic," Drew perked.
          Kate crossed her arms. "How did you know I wasn’t still on the toilet?" she scowled.
          "I didn’t," Drew grinned.
          Kate slapped his arm. "C’mon, we’d better find the other two before they break something", she sighed and led Drew out of the bathroom.
          The Randy One jumped up and down in anger. While Kate had been talking he’d managed to sneak up behind her and almost get his hands on her breasts. He gave a pompous flick of his hair and went back to his bath.