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A Terrible Idea 3

Galactic Man carried his daughter up to her room on the second floor. He set her down on her bed, letting her take a nap. She was, of course, a little old to be napping in the middle of the day. But clearly she’d earned the break.

He gingerly closed her door. Then, he went looking for his wife.

She wasn’t in their bedroom. She hadn’t been in the living room, the kitchen, or the backyard. She wasn’t on the porch or in the laundry room or in either of the walk-in closets.

He went back up to the second floor and found that one of the bathrooms had its lights on. He listened closely and heard a heartbeat on the other side of the door.

“Honey?” He knocked on the door. “Honey, I took care of the shooter.”

No response.

“Honey,” he said, “please open the door.”

Still no response.

He sighed, punching through the door at the space right above the doorknob. He then stuck his arm through the hole he’d created, unlocking the door and twisting the handle.

He got his hand out of the door and walked inside.

His wife lay in the bathtub. She wasn’t shivering or crying, but Galactic Man could still see the fear on her face. He put the lid of the toilet seat down, so that he could sit on it and talk to her.

“Hannah,” he said. “It’s over.”

“Thank God.” She grabbed the sides of the bathtub and lifted herself into a seated position.

“You left our daughter down there. She could’ve gotten shot.”

Hannah rubbed her temples. “I thought you had her.”

“I had the shooter,” Galactic Man said. “You were supposed to have her.”

She pulled her hair back. “This has been happening a lot, lately.”

“Our girl was scared.”

“She could’ve gotten shot.” Hannah struggled to keep her voice calm.

“She wouldn’t have been killed. Nobody can kill our girl.”

“You keep saying that!” A bit of the nerves broke through. She reigned them in to say, “You keep saying she can’t be killed, but I don’t understand. You said the same about David, but look at him. He died twice.”

“He’ll come back,” Galactic Man said, “Our boy isn’t dead.”
“I can’t keep doing this,” Hannah said. “It’s no way to live. I can’t believe our baby girl has to…”

“Just be there for her next time,” Galactic Man said, getting up. “I’ve got to do a debriefing, on top of everything else today, so I don’t have time for this.”

“Our location was supposed to be secret.”

“Clearly it’s not. It’s gonna get worse, once the Poparazzis broadcast our location.”

“I can’t live like this.”

Galactic Man stood in front of the broken bathroom door. “We’ll get bulletproof windows.”

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