[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Emmett There's always more to do, Good thing I want to do it "...Yeah." He said, though the words didn't really reach his conscious. Emmett still wanted to pick the place back up to normality, to just scrub the floor and walls and bring his family back in and-- --He walked into the door. There was dried blood pooled on the floor, some pools of shiny and tacky remainder in the grain of the wood. Cupboards were open and breakfast items were tossed all over, the copper kettle he'd had drinks from for years bashed in and upturned on the floor. Handprints of blood decorated the wall rather than the simple paintings and wall hangings that had before. "...Right." Emmett said, finding himself both emotionless and in a lot of pain and not knowing how to channel it. Almost automatically he went to the cupboard under the window and pulled out a mop and a bucket. The bucket he gave to Phoebe with a weak smile. "Could ya go fill this up from the water pump outside, Bee?" Resting the mop against the counter, he sat down on a chair that had once been around the kitchen table but was now stranded in the middle of the room and tried not to notice the smell of blood all around him. If he closed his eyes and felt the edge of the chair, just the bumps in the wood he knew well, he could pretend it was just dinnertime at home. A few tears rolled down his face as he fought with the lie in his head, wishing it were true.