As everyone knows, not all goes as planned. One might go outside for a lovely evening stroll, only to lose one’s wallet, or be eaten by lions.
The same goes for actions of both wicked and noble people. One might be trying to light a candle in order to provide light for your fellow party members to see their way down the dark tunnel you are traversing, but instead accidentally ignite a gas leak, burying all of you under three tons of rubble and dirt. Similarly, one might be attempting to deflate the tires of an ambulance to keep the head of a certain organization from being rushed to the hospital to be treated for a deadly fungus infection, only to be run over by the ambulance as it backs up.
And sometimes, you may be trying to shoot down a crow carrying a very important Sugar Bowl to secure it and use it to your own devilish designs, but instead it falls into the failsafe of a hotel owner who thought of something just for that occasion.
And sometimes, you may be trying to retrieve said Sugar Bowl from a pond, only to find out that it was already removed by someone who had gotten to it first.
We can only guess where things go when they are lost. Like when one loses a sock to the washing machine, there is no telling where it goes. However, this sugar bowl is far more important than a simple sock that you once lost.
The bowl wasn’t there when a certain individual came to retrieve the vessel for dissacharides . Cursing his luck, the man ran from the scene and got into his taxi, speeding away. The Hotel Denouement burned in the background, the last safe place becoming nothing but ashes to be spread across the winds.
As for the sugar bowl? It sank, deep into the water weeds at the bottom of the pool, deep into the catalogue that Dewy Denouement had worked so hard to keep safe, indeed, past the body of Dewy Denouement himself. But, it didn’t stop there. This Macguffin continued to sink, until it was floating, up to the surface of the water of a river.