Bubbles burst. Begin grind.

  One kid had put his red tie in the paper shredder.  Another had so many knots in his, around his neck, that his face was turning purple.  A woman took extra relax pills and looked like she had a broken leg at the bottom of a staircase.  A little snore revealed (i)not dead(i).  "We need help," someone told a maid.  The maid and the someone afraid to be accused of anything went to a neighbor's place. 

  The phone calls established a perimeter.  Men groggily went out walking to locate everyone. 

  "It's in shambles." 

  "Not really any one person's (i)fault(i)." 

  "That's good messaging." 

  "That's reality."