The fine tune of whistling rang through the air, what sounded like an insane song bird chriping some lyric of death. It gave everyone a sense of forboding, but then again, that was Edden. In the time that passed between the horror of the gluttons and her violation, Edden was thankful none of the tubbies actually made it through her jade gates. If that had occured, well Edden might have taken her Colt .45 and placed it in her mouth and squeezed the trigger. In no time, the rank scent of semen and sweat would be gone and Edden would be able to breathe the air again without fighting the urge to gag. ♪"Sweet chica baby!!! Oh, my sweet chica baby, where have you gone???"♪ She sang in her tub. Outside, Rama lay on the bed, the shrapnel long removed from his face, the tiny wounds would heal and just leave marks, nothing more, nothingless.