Zed wipes her mouth. Wet rubber.

Looking down, squinting her eyes she sees black dancing across her fingers.

She smells them. Rubber scented.

Wiping her saliva stained cheek with her left hand, she feels relief from the itch that work her up.

Blinking a few times, Zed yawns and her eyes glimpse the black circular tube on the floor beside the couch.

‘That’s why my hand is black.’

Surveying the space around her, trying to familiarise herself with where she is, Zed breathes deep. The room smells odd. She inhaled again.

‘Rubber and milk?’

She squints her face, ‘now that is a strange combination.’

Stumbling to her feet, the penny drops as a light bulb goes off on her mind and Zed relaxes.

‘Bob’s house. But how did I get here?’

Pain emanates from her lower abdomen and instinctively Zed unconsciously moves towards the bathroom. She looks left to the kitchen counter, only to notice a single empty glass milk bottle standing directly in the middle of the large grey counter top. All alone and void of contents, except for one drop of milk lingering in the bottom of the bottle.

Zed staggers into the bathroom, light illuminates the room and Zed pauses.

‘What on Earth happened last night?’

Candles dotted around the room, surrounding the bathtub, had long stance burnt out, extinguished at their ends, with no wick in sight. Water fill to the brim, once hot, now a cold shell of its former self, still in its solitude enveloped by the tub. And there, sitting on its on, unencumbered by anything else, placed gently in the middle of the towel stand, the Bible, with a yellow post it note, positioned just under the words on the darken cover, stating,

“Remember the Visitor”

Feeling surreal, Zed timidly moved towards the toilet, eyes fixated on the Bible and it’s note, wondering what it all means and who was the visitor?

Relief washed over her as she emptied her bladder.

A tyre, an empty milk bottle, a bible placed in a romantic setting in a bathroom with a note to remember the visitor.

Her mind searched for a glimpse of memory from the night before.

Just black space and one question lingering in the void,

Where is Bob?