Taking out his cell phone, he quickly punches in the speed dial number for the PD.  But as he’s about to hit SEND, he turns around.

If the phone happened to be an inch to the left or right, it would’ve hit the tile and quite possibly would smash, rendering it inoperable.  As luck would have it, it bounces off of his foot.

As the months and years go by after this fateful evening, and he recalls the horrific sights in the tub, he doesn’t know what’s the most shocking.  Quite simply, it could’ve been all of the blood, splattered across the back of the tub and pooling along the bottom.  Then there’s the handless stump, the one which held the ring Kevin put on when they got married.  Many of the other body parts are undistinguishable, as Hatchet Harry—not the Henry Hutchinson from Fridley, eBay seller extraordinaire—already cleaved several of the choice parts into future meals.