Both just freaking the fuck out. It's like nothing I've ever seen before, with them. Completely new faces they're making, completely new sounds. I come back in; through the screen door I can hear them.
Everything was dingy. The kitchen was kind of a mess. There's like shit on the floor, bits of cereal. The cereal packet had obviously been dropped and it'd gone everywhere. Cereal on the table. Usually they would eat cereal together once in the morning and then make more of it later, mom didn't like it.
The weirdest thing I noticed was one of the chairs was like, oriented weirdly. It was spun around the wrong way. There was cereal on there too. Both of them still crying.
I asked what was going on and they wouldn't tell me, they just cried. I thought Holy shit man, I've just been gone ten minutes, what the fuck's happened? Something seemed truly wrong. I tried to bury the feeling.
Elliot was looking straight into the kitchen, I think at the chair. I asked him again what happened. He pointed at the chair and said, through tears, Monty was sitting at the table with a spoon and he ate Charlie's cereal.
I was like What?
He ate his cereal. Charlie was dead silent now.
Monty our spaniel wasn't anywhere in the house, he wasn't in the backyard, I looked everywhere for him. They said he went away. They told me Monty had just stood up on two legs and turned the chair around, and sat on it, and ate Charlie's cereal.
He was looking at us. He made slurping noises with his spoon.
We never saw Monty again. Mom was mad as hell. We were all distraught. I saw the spoon on the floor, lying there with milk and wet flakes stuck to it. I fully believed them. I believed it'd happened.