[b][u]Robert Fallson - The Lake[/u][/b]

Robert floated on his back at the surface of the water, still breathing heavily to catch his breath. His mind was searching for possible ideas to get rid of the Ogdoad as he stared up at the sky above. [b]"You know... that thing... seemed pretty darn... interested... in those... drone... things,"[/b] he said, taking large gulps of air between each pause. [b]If only... we could... get more... to lead it... to the... surface. We might just... stand a chance... then."[/b]

The red-haired boy began paddling over to the edge of the lake and was rising out of the water when he felt like... something was missing. [b]"Gah!"[/b] he screamed after looking down to see that, when he had been being tossed around by the currents, he had at some point lost his pants. Stripped down now to nothing but his briefs, Robert frantically looked for the pants to his school uniform. [b]"Why is it so hard to find a pair of pants that fits? Either the length is off or the waist is too big. Even belts seem to just delay the inevitable,"[/b] he said before diving underneath again.