Oh good! No death in the bathroom that he shared with Betsy. He would have had to ask for a different room. The mojo in the bathroom would have been terrible. Yes, Artie believed in mojo. It was all part of his slightly-secular look on the world. besides reincarnation, he was pretty much a damp sponge. his time in Louisiana studying jazz and the like really opened his eyes to voodoo.
Clapping his hands quietly, Artie still didn't leave the bathroom, even though the immediate threat had been resolved. Obviously something was wrong, and by Betsy's own words, his fears had been realized. lips moving to the left side of his face, he thought maybe a funny visual would be in order. Beside his head was a cartoon of Betsy - only distinguishable by the purple hair, with a washing machine barring large pointy teeth and moving side by side, closer and closer to her. He waved, the the illusion dissolving. Okay, maybe not. An image of him appeared, with a giant A on his chest, a laundry basket under one arm and a cape billowing behind his cartoon shoulders. I could do the laundry.