The candles went off due to a strong wind that blew into the room. Dylan and Rita were very scared about what was going on. He was here. The fans started turning at a slow pace despite the fact that there had been no power supply to their house specifically for over thirty minutes all because of him.
Dylan hugged Rita in order to give her a little comfort with his presence but in the presence of the Mow-dow, no one is safe.
His aura hovered above them threateningly. He was angry and they knew it. They had pished too far and they knew it. They just thought that migrating from Egypt to California would protect them from the Mow-dow but look at them now.
"We agreed on something, a year and seven months ago. You were to give me your child once he or she was born to be mine to love but you killed the baby and you called it a miscarriage. Not only that, you both left Egypt as an attempt to run away. Now, what do I do with the both of you?"
They both fell on their knees; "Spare us, it was just our foolishness." Dylan spoke up.
"I spared you when I said I wanted your child. You both killed me." His yellow orbs appeared angry.
"I will give birth again. And this time, the child belongs to you. But then, you will bother us no more." Rita said.
The Mow-dow was silent; "Your final chance then." He disappeared and everything went back to normal.