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Episode Sixteen
A one-eyed Carlos stretches and yawns as he wakes up from his afternoon snooze. He had dreamt that a mean person had leaked precious documents into the public arena. Oh wait! That wasn't a dream at all!
Carlos recalls the screaming, the clawing, the throwing and the smashing and runs over to find his beautiful grey-blue eye lying on the floor in hundreds of pieces.
"It's a good thing I threw my glass eye and not my real eye," says Carlos positively as he picks up the shards of glass and pushes them into his eye socket.
Suddenly, with a rapid rotation of the head, a flick of the hair and a squint of the eye Carlos focuses all of his energy on the photo frame in front of him. He still believes that the reason his eyeball hit that specific photo is because it holds the answer to his question about who performed that dreadful deed.
Carlos rubs his hands together quickly, blowing on them like people do when they're about to do something scary, difficult or precise. He rolls his shoulders back three times and then forward twice and back again once. Carlos hops from one foot to the other but stops after the people in the office directly beneath him bang on the roof with a broomstick.
Carlos looks at his massive portrait that hangs right infront of him like a picture hanging on a wall. He notices it is signed "Milosavich" but he struggles to remember what the artist looked like. Carlos rests easy knowing that he most likely got the painting for a bargain price.
"Carlos, you handsome man. Give me strength to look at this photo and to discover the perpetrator behind this atrocious crime," says Carlos, chanting to the lord above him.
The painting stares back in that spooky portrait way, the shine on Carlos's glass eye pictured perfectly. The two Carloses look so deeply into each other's eyes that they become mesmorised by the intelligence and beauty that they see and they forget about that cursed photograph. For the moment anyway...
Meanwhile on the floor at Les Moutons...
Alexandra and Jordan stare at each other speechless. A cat named Gilbert walks past without anyone noticing. It is as if their clashing heads and the shock of seeing each other has caused them both to go into some sort of never-ending coma. Will they ever wake up?
"Alexandra? Jordan? Why are you staring at each other?" enquires Lisa with a broom in her hand.
Alexandra and Jordan shake their heads and snap out of their Carlos-like stare and laugh like two embarrassed teenagers.
"We weren't staring at each other," they recite simulanteously.
"Alright, well if you say so," replies Lisa, unaware of the lie she has just been told. "Did you two just see a cat walk past? I'm thinking of keeping it."
Lisa walks off in search of the elusive cat that will quite possibly scratch her arms and try to eat her nose.
"Alexandra, hey?" says Jordan, his eyebrows raised.
"Well, where did 'Jordan' come from? Have you taken up basketball or something?" mocks Alexandra wittily.
This friendly banter was a mutual agreement that Helen and Dean no longer exist.
A wailing scream comes from the kitchen as Lisa discovers the cat and the cat discovers his claws.
"Oh Lisa!" say Alexandra and Jordan in a lighthearted and melodramatic way and they then proceed to roll around on the floor laughing.
"Hold it right there!" booms a giant voice from a fat man.
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