It's time to redefine your deophobic mind
Don't hesitate, no escape
From secrets on the inside
There's nothing left to lose
There's nothing left to prove
Surrender your love, it's all you can do…Yeah!

Patrick stirs slightly, the little baby beside him gurgling happily. He yawns, stretches, and awakens. Grey eyes turn puzzled to the pool of water that’s creeping in, slowly flowing higher. His eyes widen as a sodden Lollipop appears in the cave, blocking out the little sunlight. He stutters, looking for the nearest long object, hoping to try and fend her off. The Sabre Tooth grumble, blinking golden eyes. After a moment, she shakes soaking fur, before turning and leaping out. A loud splash follows her, And Patrick runs to the entrance. What he sees causes him to gasp and stager, clutching at the cave wall for support. The whole of sunburst coast has been obliterated. I mean, completely. His grey eyes see an odd shape in the distance. It’s…a boat…made of glass…with 5 children in it. Before he can rub his eyes and make sure he’s not seeing things, the whole craft gets tossed into the cliff wall, shattering. The screams of the girl and the youngest boy reach his ears, and an odd feeling stirs in his chest. Before he realises what he’s doing, the boy runs inside, grabbing some rope and running back to the entrance. He ties the rope around his overly pregnant stomach, thanking Aura that he was still pregnant, and thus heavy, before shouting.
Hey! I’m gonna throw you this rope, grab it and use it to swim!
The older girl grabs what looks to be a passed out boy, and the blonde girl grabs both of the kids. Somehow, they all make it safely to his cave. They’re about to start speaking, but Patrick holds up his hands.
Introductions later, now we have to sort everything out.
And without another word, he dashes back into his bed room. The other children follow, looking at the crazy fat man who is pulling up the sides of his bed. He turns, looking at them.
Well, don’t just stand there! Find food! Get warm clothes. Find paddles! Do something!
He barks out commands, oddly feeling comfortable being in charge. The water rises higher, and soon the bed floats slightly. He instructs them onto the bed, giving the blonde Angel to look after.
If anything happens to him…
The sentence hangs, and the girl with black skin and black eyes glares, about to say something. But Paddy dashes out of the room again, before coming back in with rope and a knife. He cuts slices off, tying everyone to each other, and himself to the bed post. He then tucks the knife into his jeans pocket.
We need to get the bed to the entrance, and push it into the water.
The others nod, and the girl with dark skin and the youngest girl both hop out, pushing with him. They finally get it to the entrance, then the girl with red eyes turns and smiles.
I could have water manipulated it out.
She smiled sweetly before hoping on the bed, looking content. Dream sighs and clambers on. Patrick stands for a moment, blinking, before he smacks his forehead with his hand, running it down his face, then clambering on the makeshift boat.
*****
They sit on the bed, and Patrick hold Angel in his arms, the little child fast asleep.
Listen here emo boy, I don’t approve of you talking to my sister like that!
Patrick looks up, quirking a cynical eyebrow.
Listen here kid if it wasn’t for me you’d be a corpse floating topside. I’d show respect where respect is due.
With that, Patrick turns away, placing the sleeping Angel on his lap and apddling steadily. Emma blinks, before leaning foreward, her pale face apologetic.
Sorry, my sister is very protective. I’m Emma. This is Dream, Cloud, Fire and Glass. Thank you ever so much for helping us.
She smiles again. Patrick ndos his head thoughtfully, before sighing.
I’m Patrick, and this is Angel. I’m sorry I snapped at you, but I have a lot to worry about. Thank you for doing what I say.
Just then, the unconscious boy comes around, groaning and clutching his head. Cloud shouts happily, before throwing himself at Glass. Dream smiles slightly, before pulling Cloud off the transparent skinned boy.
Kid, give Glass a minute to get his bearings.
But Cloud didn’t listen, struggling out and snuggling up to the transparent skinned boy. The boy smiles, hugging the child closer than close. They continue on in silence, the older ones rowing with a steady rhythm, Fire churning the water under them, helping propel the forward also.