Emily glides toward the precipice without realising she is in danger. She is mesmerised by the starry night, the melodious call of crickets, and the gentle splashing of her own two feet as she paddles softly across Lake Brontë in search of the mysterious Taniwha.
Suddenly, nothing looks familiar. Emily feels a chill of dread as she looks back for her friends, and realises she's travelled too far. She is utterly ashamed. "Feels?! ... Zandrian?! ...", she whispers in vain as her little voice cracks. She clears her throat and tries again. "QUACKKKKKYYY! Help me!", she implores unto the wind. Just then, she hears the cascade of a waterfall and feels herself pulled forward, spiralling toward her doom. She's trapped in this swift current and knows she can't turn back.
Emily's heart is pounding as she spreads her wings and hopes to fly.
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I never give you my number, I only give you my situation.
Beatles