Bud stands, the butcher knife dripping with blood.  “How long do you think it’ll take for all the blood to get out?” he asks, no longer sounding like the bumbling boy he was earlier.

“Not sure.  Shouldn’t be too long.  We’ll just let it sit for a while.  I hope that sink’s big enough.  You sure the bottom is sealed?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.  You did good.  Real good.  Very proud of you.”