Out on the front lawn was a small display of a blue living room dressed up for Christmas in the middle of summer. On the floor were a dozen tiny drowned bodies no than my pinky finger. The matriarch was drenched, laying in front of the fireplace and everyone else was randomly scattered around the floor. I was reminded of caterpillars and worms but they were decidedly human despite their lilliputian proportions. My father was the crime scene photographer but he couldn't figure out the macro function of my camera.

One neighbor kid kept hanging around the outskirts of the crime scene. First thing out of his mouth that he was nowhere near the place last night. After some questioning he changed his story, how he was invited over but said his mom needed him at home and he was really happy they invited him. The story changes again to how the toilet in that little diorama began overflowing and the place filled with water. Last thing he saw was a woman floating upside down in an upstairs window, frantically beating against the glass and there wasn't a thing he could do to help her out because he left his saw at home.

Further investigation of the crime scene showed that the toilet had been removed from its mount. A fire hose had been attached to the plumbing system and that's how the area became submerged. The head detective knew the kid was lying because people who are drowning tend to be right side up rather than upside down because of gravity. Later on a small toilet seat was found in the kid's bedroom.

He confessed, claimed there was an accomplice but he wouldn't divulge the identity or whereabouts of the other perp. When I woke up the other criminal was still at large.