[@Prima Luce]


	Boris sure was enjoying his meal, so much he hardly reacted to the shaking table from the girly sigh. The bacon leaving his grasp had a different effect on him, though. His mouth dropped open in surprise, then the surprise turned to a pouting doe-eyed look as the bacon took off into the lounge room.

"Gosh..." Boris mumbled, "I sure haven't seen bacon fly before." 

Still, despite his food flying away, he became a little amused by the incident. By time the bacon vanished into the lounge room, he was wearing a goofy, playful smile and raised to his feet to go after it. But he paused for a moment, distracted by a jar on the kitchen counter above the cupboard. The jar was filled with cookies - and this made Boris even happier! He now had some food to take with him for later as well.

Quickly, he shoved the jar of cookies into his backpack and left the kitchen. As he entered the lounge room in search of the flying bacon, he was tiptoeing like a child playing a game of hide and seek. His suspenseful eyes darted around the lounge room; at the murdered woman, the headless man, the floor, the giant hole in the ceiling....  

"Where did you go, Mr. Bacon?"