Ho, ho, ho!" Chris bellowed for all the house to hear, pulling his elves into the Ether right before the frigid torrent could splash onto their feet.
Vanessa and Philip Riker were left gasping, shivering, and wiping their eyes clear in their flooded, ruined bedroom. Finding themselves inexplicably alone, they quickly broke into a heated argument until the cold wind blowing through the gaping hole drove them splashing to wake the household and find a warm shower.
Philip was, understandably in his mind but apparently not in his wife's, hopping mad. The confrontation with the Being left him uncharacteristically shaken, and disgusted for it. He was used to respect and deference from all sides, especially from those who actually understood his incalculable wealth. He was supposed to be untouc
