Just like the entire house, this room only had a couch, a desk and a swivel chair. The room was painted with white. Like the paint in a hospital.
Flin looked at the two young women who seemed to be getting impatient in anticipation while he walked behind the desk and sat on the swivel chair.
"Why don't you both sat down first before I begin telling you what exactly is going on?" He proposed as he tried to persuade them.
"No Flin! Tell us now! You're killing us!" Scarlet demanded as tears threatened to fall down from her eyes.
Audrey on the other hand remained silent while looking at her sister and Flin.
"Ahem!" Flin cleared his throat in an attempt to calm down the tension.
Since no one sat down on the couch, he decided to stand up as well.
"What happened to Dad Phil? He was fine when you left my apartment. What went wrong?" Scarlet repeated.
