There is a deep body of water, the surface oddly still. Rays of light shimmer through the gentle waves. It's lovely, dark, and deep. It goes down, down, down. Darker, darker, darker. Debris from the island flutters through the depths. Trifling things, like towels and boxes and books and thatching flayed from the roofs. And Jiro.













Jiro is sinking. His eyes are closed. He has no expression at all, like he's sleeping, really sleeping.






















And then-- the dream ends. Jiro's eyes are open, now, he looks dazed and irritated, like he just woke up. He is drenched wet, lying on his back in ankle deep water.





Sunny
* Koff-- Khaff--!

Sunny is nearby, hunched over and hacking up water.



She looks up. She is in a wretched place, of cathedrals and sawblades and hideously unfair platforming challenges. You've seen this before.

Sunny
* Fuuuuuuck.