It was nearly to impossible to pull me out of the puddle. It was as if the tan muck had suddenly stuck onto me tightly, almost in an attempt to keep me still. I sighed sadly, letting go of his hands as I sat down in the puddle, giving up on trying. Half of my legs had already melted into the puddle, leaving my black boots abandoned as they sat to the side with the liquid sitting inside. Steam was no longer rising from my skin, and instead my skin bubbled as if it were being boiled.