She can see the dark, wet blot of Johnny's head staying afloat, and the even smaller form of his rabbit latched onto him like a limpet, and she is grateful Pentecost taught her to swim at such a young age - the skill is invaluable now. This feels like no dream she can ever remember. It is more like the Drift, bright and vibrant and pulsing and real, and it scares her.

Hitoshi reaches him first, ducking beneath his chin in an effort to keep him above the water, but the contact elicits a sensation so peculiar and that he recoils instantly with a startled squeak. Mako feels it too, something odd and invasive, and her shiver has nothing to do with the water's cold shock.

She glances behind her again. The woman has not moved and neither has her animal, but the monstrous thing has ceased pursuing them. Whatever it is she is doing, it looks like it is working. Mako desperately hopes it is.

Her teeth are chattering slightly when she reaches Johnny properly, still trying to shrug away the rippling discomfort triggered by Hitoshi's fleeting contact with the man.

"Are you okay?" she asks between gasps.