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Finley listened silently to the others on the boat. One of them, the tall blonde, seemed quite confident in how to defeat this creature. And with the ship moving towards the coast, things seemed to be just fine. 

And then things were very not fine. 

With their poor eyesight Finley didn't even see the monster move before suddenly the ship was being blown to bits. Finley soared through the air a moment, reeling from the crashing sound, before slamming into the ocean. In a way, this was almost funny. Not ten minutes ago they were clinging to a railing, terrified about drowning. They had even tried to convince themself that drowning wouldn't be that bad.

But they were right about one thing, this body did not know how to swim. Legs kicking furiously through the water, hands desperately chopping through the rough waters. But no amount of flailing helped. They only got a small gasp of air, half of which was salt water, before the waves crashed over their head. 

Finn's eyes were burning as they slowly sunk, knowing the vague dark shapes in the water were the others who had tried to escape. 

They finally exhaled, their last breath bubbling out of their mouth. 

What was left of their consciousness heard the voice of a child. If they had any air left they might have laughed, hearing the voice of a child as they died would be a first. 

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And then Finley woke up. 

They awoke with a groan. Their muscles hurt, and their stomach ached terribly, probably from swallowing sea water. Finn frowned. Their mouth tasted like salt. 

Now...where were they? Finley sat up slowly, their head still aching. A city of some sort, not one they recognized. But what was more concerning was the gaggle of children. Finley felt a shiver run up their spine, but it was difficult to tell if this was from their dunk in the ocean or the creepy children. 

Time to find their friend. 

Finley focused a moment. Yes. They could feel where Trent was. For a moment they were thankful that he was a beacon. They slowly stood up, wobbling slightly as they found their land-legs. After taking a moment to point themself in Trent's direction, as well as take a few shaky breaths, Finley activated their abstraction and vanished from sight. 

Feeling more comfortable once they were invisible, Finley began to make their way to Trent, the tall grass they were in parting around them. 

Eventually they spotted Trent, laying facedown in the dirt. Finley ceased their abstraction, becoming visible again, as they kneeled next to Trent, jostling him slightly. 

[color=LightSteelBlue]"Hey...Hey Trent? You...okay?"[/color]