Someone forgot to pay the electricity bill.

The place I ended up in lacked a single light to break up the overwhelming monotony of its darkness. Hearing droplets of water fall from the ceiling above and feeling that I was submerged up to my thighs made me realize that this was most likely an underwater cave. Why a Land Shark would have this as her mindscape was beyond my knowledge. Were the mindscapes of victims of mind control altered to reflect their current position as someone else’s prisoner? Perhaps under normal circumstances this would have been just a cave, but what’s happened to La- to Charlotte, I should use her name if I knew what it was, caused the flooding. That could be the case, or there might be a million other factors I’m unable to even think of that are actually the cause for this.

The day on which I actually find an expert on this stuff for me to barrage with questions instead of just pretending I can reason it out and stumble into the truth by mere trial and error can’t come fast enough. I’ll have a massive debt to repay with the universe at that point, though. Maybe I could just give Regina carte blanche to order me around for a full week and accept that I’m going to end up hating sex by the end of it. Then again, Regina could probably find a way to-

Great, I got so deep into my own thoughts that a wave ended up crashing into me and now I’m just being carried down into the ocean depths. I’ll have to stop thinking with a blogger’s mindset some time soon, there’s no way these kinds of distractions aren't going to end up costing me my ass if they keep on happening.

And despite knowing better I can’t help but wonder why I’m not feeling like I’m drowning. How does that work? Fog keeps you from seeing clearly and water is still able to carry you away, but despite my mouth being open nothing is entering through it and weighthing down my lungs? Is that what liquid does to lungs once it comes inside it? Weight it down? Did I just seriously try to take out my phone to google it despite in someone’s mindscape, blind, and naked? Am I an idiot?

Since I didn’t want to answer that last one in an honest manner, I focused on the sounds I could faintly start to hear while I was pushed around. It was impossible to make out the words precisely, but I could understand the tone. They were insults. That was quite different from Felicia and how the first memories I got from her already involved cheers. Was there something traumatic in Charlotte’s past that caused her to become the closed off person she’s today? Was I jumping the gun on what this could mean?

“Cheater.” So that’s what it was. After listening to it being said once, it became all that I heard. ‘Cheater’ was being repeated over and over again by indiginated, furious, scared, sad, and defeated people. Shouldn’t be too big of a surprise, Land Shark was truly detested by many villains by being essentially RNG. She shows up out of nowhere from an angle you were not looking at and after a few seconds have passed you’re stuck underground until she either bothers to pick you up or people excavate for you over the course of many days. She was not a challenge to be beaten, she was one to be prayed away and hope you don’t come across during your career.

Her strategy was obviously effective. She had the best successful capture rates in the country, the region she looked over was carried by her into having the lowest percentage of successful thefts committed by pro villains, and she’s still never even broken a bone despite being years deep into a crime fighting career. And yet, she didn’t go with the true and tested method when she tried to deal with me. She allowed herself to brawl, which gave me a winning chance I took full advantage of.

Was that the reason why, once I started to look for it, I could hear her own voice across the many calling her a cheater? Did my ears and mind deceive me or was the most professional superheroine around just itching for something exciting that could take her away from the mindless work mindset?

Maybe… Huh. How much control did our puppetmaster have? Could it be possible that, in an unintentional manner, the Phony Shark was created with enough of a mean streak to allow her to fight the way Charlotte has been secretly desiring to do?

I felt unsure over whether I should find the small degree of potential independence for the fakes of the twelve to be a good thing or a bad thing. Limits to the power wielded by our enemy should be welcomed news, but I couldn’t help but worry that this meant that we were, on some level, fighting someone who was in over their own head. That meant we had a better chance to win at the end, but it also presented intangibles that could put the lives of plenty of people at risk. If the twelve were all more violent like this, and they were likely to obey their dark impulses, then who knows what could happen to a civilian who decided to heckle one of them for whatever reason. My idols would have ignored them or dismissed them, answering back as a worst case scenario. These shelves might book a heckler for an early vacation to the afterlife.

Before I could finish pondering the issue, I felt that my feet touched stable ground for the first time in many minutes. I was now on the rock bottom, and it was as if I no longer were underwater with the ease I was able to walk on the ocean floor. While there was still an obvious problem in me not being able to see anything, I was getting hopeful I could find Charlotte soon. But it turned out that she found me.

Rusted chains got dragged as Charlotte surrounded my torso with her arms. A little unexpected, since she was nearly the opposite thing to a hugger from all I had gathered but I was willing to let it slide. Then, one hand cupped my breasts while the other rubbed me around my crotch.

“Beth, I don’t know how you did it, but I am so thankful that you’re here!” Charlotte threw out of nowhere, rocking my world with the first word alone. Land Shark, the most untouched celebrity for weekly magazines due to her absolute disdain to mention anything even alluding to her private life, had secretly either been dating or arranged a Friends with Benefits deal with someone else. And because she slipped in a moment of weakness, I had come to learn that too.

I considered if it would be better to not even let her know of her error, but the moment her fingers started testing their entryways into my vagina, I knew it was better to fess up right then than to wait for things to get even worse.

“I’m not Beth, whoever she is. I am Hera, the person who beat up the Phony Shark and threw her into a jail cell. I was hoping that by coming here I would be able to get you in a similar state to which Felicia is at currently. By which I mean that the pretender is still going to front most of the time because I don’t know how to fix that, but we still should be able to bring out the real you a couple of times a day until we find a better solution” I said while moving her hands away from my body and putting my own on her shoulders.

“Oh.” A pause, and after it got too uncomfortable to stay like that she continued. “Then I am sorry for groping you. I didn’t think anyone but Beth would be able to come here. And I know Beth would have liked that.”

“I’ve gotten a lot worse today dealing with a villain. And I get it way worse when training with my team to get better at this hero business. Trust me, it wasn’t a big deal.” Don’t flirt with her right now, please Hera be the responsible person you know you are and don’t flirt with her right now. “I might not be Beth, but I think I also liked it, you know?”

Charlotte patted my back. “I’m sure you did, kiddo. But I would have preferred to know what you look like before I was doing it. Not just to prevent the whole mistaken identity misunderstanding, but also to see if you are my type or not.”

“That’s quite a lot flirtier than I thought you would be in a moment like this.” I admitted to my surprise.

“I have a wild private life. There’s a reason I try to safeguard it as much as possible. Including by trying to be anonymous. Trust me, hook-ups for heroes that have a face that everyone in the world knows are hell on earth. And I can’t imagine the tragedy of having to turn down a hot person because they’re annoying you with their ‘Oh heavens! It's you!’ crush. The group of people who are hot but too annoying to get in bed with should be limited to Felicia and only Felicia.” How could this possibly be the real Land Shark underneath all pretensions and barriers? It felt like a joke was being played on me.

“So, how’d you call the other me? Phony Shark? How did you get past her while swimming here?”

“She was meant to be around here?” I moved an arm behind myself, and was relieved to learn that she was not standing right behind me. Maybe I watched too much TV if I really thought that could happen without me noticing it beforehand, but you can never be too sure of anything when you're inside someone's mind.

“She normally is. But come to think of it, I usually hear her circling above me. She swims in such a precise manner that the sound is burned into my ears at this point. And I did hear her swim away, towards the surface, a moment ago. Do you have something to do with that?"She asked, connecting the dots.

"Might have. By which I mean that I do but I don't think I have the time to bore you with the details of what I did to get here." Considering what I actually did, maybe it would do the opposite of bore her. The possibility of Land Shark having a libido close to Regina's than to my own was looking increasingly likelier and that was something I still didn't know how to process.

"You're right about that. I don't know how you got past the other shark, but you need to leave now. I don't know if you've done this before, but-"

"Ṉ̵̩̍Ǫ̵̨̨̢̳͓̲̣̹̗̱͍̜̳̦̈́́̇̃̌́̄̋̚!̷̧̧̨̪̮̞͚͎̩̫̬̙̼̺̫͕̽͗͘ ̴̛̛̜͙͔͕͆͂̋̑̕Y̸̧̡̛̤͔̣̘̜̫̥̭̦̤͎̜͂́͗̒͂͆̔̈́͂̔̒͒̚ͅƠ̴̱̆̌͆̏̔͗̐̐̑U̴͖̬̻̭̓̃̎̐͑̉̓͗͐̑̐͠ ̸͓̾͗̑̏̾͠C̷̢̨̤͔̺̞̰̪̤̙̪̦͙̥͙͇̆̏̓A̷̲̼͑͂̅̊͂̑̀̓̉Ǹ̷̗͍̱̲̻̣̠̮̫͔̜̹̮͔͕͗̆̊͛͋̄͘̕͠N̸̖̖̹̝͇̤͂̋́͊́̆͐͒̿͋͆̽͗̀̓̚͜O̶̫̬̝̦͉̣̤͖̬̯̿̅̈́̓͑̌͛͜Ţ̷̧̡̧͓̜̫͓̜͔̟͙̝̼̪̇̂̐͋̉̓̋̉͘͜ ̶͚̻͛̉͐̊͐͂̽̋͝K̴̙͈͓͖͛͆͌É̷̡̢̡͚̠̼͔̦̖̺͎̹Ë̸̛̺̫̺̦͚͇͖̬͖̣́̀͑̃̆͂͑̋̀́̈̕̚͘͜P̴̨̨̮̠̫̻̣̭̟͓̖̹̯̼̜̙̜̅̂͌̈́̄̄̽͂̇̎̚ ̶̛̦̒͂̀̈́̓͝G̶̩̖̖͕̘̺̱͈͓̠̈́̀̓͆͒͒͊͐̌̍̐̿Ẻ̶̢̛̞̮̞̺̳͑̀̈́̄͑̾̌̀͝ͅŢ̸̮̙̤̔̃̑̕ͅŢ̵̯̦̬̲̣̝͔͉͚͊Į̶̨̳̬͕̔̃̆̈͋Ņ̴̦̖̰̪̹͓̰̬̹͔͉̥̤̞́̆̇̅͆̌ͅG̶̛̮̞̰̯̦̿̀̇̅̏̀̃̈́ͅ ̷͙̯͔̤̪̫̣̺̭̹͕̙̮͉̲̰͂̓͋͋̈́͆̕̕ͅÄ̴̡̛̬̖͙̯̮́̾̽̈͗̀̇̀̚͝W̸̢̡̦͇͙̪͚̜̪̺̜̘̞͐̾̿̃̇̈́́̚̕͘͘͝͠À̵̡̹͔̺̝̣̯̩̺͖̲̬̥̃́̾̈̓̈́̉̆̑̚̚̕̕͜Y̶̧̢̨̟̣̜̻͈̞̻̹̳̘̅̑̊̎̑͌ͅͅͅ ̴̢̡͉̦͍̙̦̮̲͈̥̪͐̽̇͆̃́̑̉͛̿́̎ͅŴ̶̢̡̙̙͚̰̗͗̅̃̓̃́̿͑̌̍͝͝I̷̝͕͕̎̎̈Ṫ̷̛̻͔͖̣̝͉̉̔̄͐̈́͊̏͂͋͘H̷̡̧̡̘̩̰̪̳̹̗̘̯̊̀̃͒͐̆͌̑̔̈̀̍̕͜͝͠ ̴͔̮̲̈́͂́̐͗͌́̒̓̈͝T̴͍̗̠̖̑̈́̿̓̅͗̾͌́͂͗̕Ḩ̴̛̜͈͇̱͔̘̮͇͈̽̀̐̈́̀̊̄̈́̂̾͜ͅǏ̸̛̜̘̮̻̩̪̗̝̭̹͌́̓͌͜ͅŞ̶̛̛̩͚̹̙̪̲̮̦̦̬̟͊̇̽̔͐̉͂͆̄̀̎͊̕̕͜!" That haunting booming voice could not belong to anyone else but to the puppet master controlling the twelve. From previous experience, this meant I had to leave now. "I̷̡̬͉̯̠̦̻͉̯̼̯̜̙̗͋̒̂̑͋̎͛͆̿͆́̉̽͑͝Ţ̷̨̢̭̦͈͓̣̼̩͉͔̩̀̒̉͒̊͋̌ͅ'̴̛̰̹̫̪͇̗͈̠̟̑̚S̶̨̝̮̗͔͇̜̠̤̰̮͙̪͐̈́̏̽͆̈́͒̂̈́̀͝ ̸̥̺̰̣̣̋̀̂̄̋́̿̒̿̒̓̃͑͘͠Ṋ̸͔̊͐̂̃͛͌̈̃̄̽̓̔̎͝͠O̶̧̗͙̗͈̤͋T̶͖̞͈̪̙̏͐̊̌͗͑͋͝ ̶̥͓͍̙͇͍̹̯̘͖̖̗͔̫̤́R̵͓͎̟̯̩̬̤̜̟̔͐̀͑̄̋̈͒͆͛̎͘̚͝Ȩ̵̻̦͓̲̻̖̬̬̱͇̹͊̓̒̈́͗̍̉̽͋͂̕̕͜͠A̷̢̭̘̜͈͎͇̘̲̝͒̾̊͆̓̑̕͜͜͝ͅD̴̡̢͕̠̼̫̳͙͇̣͈̦͔̟̥̰̍͠Ỳ̶̡̱̘̞͚̜̯̞̺͙͈͎̙͗̀̄͛͗̄̐̒̀̕͜͝͝ͅͅ ̶̨̠͕͈̦̘̦͋͒̎̀̏͐̎̓̈́͆̓͐͛́̎͝Ŷ̸̡̖̊̆̍̍͑̌̅̎E̵͓̣̖͌͑͂̓̓̈̕T̶̢̢̖̼̺͔̊̊́̋͑̆̇͛!̴̧̟̰͈̪͈̩͉͉̎͠ͅ ̷̯͉͇̦̫͕̣͓͖̝̻̔͑M̶̨̧̨̛̙̥͇͍͖̤̱͇͎̞̻̀̔̍̄̑̾̋̒͆͆͝Y̵̡͚̞͚͈̳͒̀͋̀̂̃͗̐̏̐̆͑̈́́̊͆̇ ̵̡̛̭̳̭͎̲̪̳̹̝̱̯͚͙̳̈́̌̅̈̽̆̿̈́̓͆͆̚͠͝Ḷ̷̨̤͈̦̥̙̞̺͚̗̳̈́͐͛͗Į̴͕̜̤̺̲̲́̀̽͊̎̅͊͗́̕̚͠ͅF̵̙͌̈́͊͂̽́̄͋̈̓̓͆̔̔͠͠Ë̸̲̩́̃̀͂͒͂̕͠'̷̣̭̘̽̈́́͊̀̚S̸̡̨̤̬͇̙̘̟͎̻̱̾̆̐ͅ ̸̛͙̰̫͖͉̣̳̥̜̱̫̱͖̲͉̀̅̆̑͑̍̀́͂̇͜͝Ẁ̴̖̍͐̈́͌̐̎̅̾́̀̍Ơ̸̡̜̲̝͇̯̻̖͕͍̟̜̅̆̑͛͛̃͗̚̚͠R̴̯͖͊͌̀̔̃K̴̛̺͇̪͈̘̩̞̜̻͇̜̟̾̓̓͐͆̄̾͛̆͊͊̕̚̚͜ ̴̢̦̀͒͐̌̈́̋̂̑͋͘͝I̴͂́̈́̐͛͜S̴͈̺̞͓͋́̈̈́̓̈̐̿̀́̀͒̃̚ ̵̡̡̪̪͇̆̅̅͐͒̄̇̃̓̓͌N̶̛̝̮͕͙͙͔̗̗͗͌̀͠͠O̷͍͙̙̠̩̘̝̰̓T̷̢̡̳̬̭̽̀̒̈́̎͜ ̷̛̤̘͙̳̻͇͈͎̫̩̈́̈͑̓̅̽͒̕͝R̵̢͎̘̭̩͙͚͚̉̑̓̄̓͊̃̊͗͘͜͝͝E̷̼̠͕͚̘̲͑͒̀̌̎A̸̠͉͍̺̍̆̌̇̀̀̂̇̄́̏̕͝D̵̯̠̠̳̰͇̗̻̈́̋̃́̐͗̊̄̀͂̓̕̕͜͠Ỷ̴̪̏͋̑͝ ̴̡̡̙̭̭̩̜͙̻͈̇̎́͠Ỳ̴̧̳̙͋̐̚̕E̴̡̺̝͖̤͈͉̯̙̟̬̙͈̓͐͐̚͜T̷̢̮̖̙͎̝̻̺͌́̀̾̂̑ͅ ̶̨̢̙̦͈̠̠̫̘͈̅̔͒́̅̎̑̉͗̚̕͜͠͠Ţ̶̢̛̫̝̹̜̱͚̼͈̩̺́̒̐́̋̂O̸̧̨̤͕͈̫̗͗͐̎͐̉̉̈́̽̈͝ ̴̧̡̪̫͕̣̝̺͕͕̞͓̱͎͕̺͕̈́̾̏̐͆̉̀̓̔̆͝͠B̷̧͍̠̫̟̗̼̟͖̘̂̀͑́̏̂̊̒͐̃̓̕̚Ę̸̢̝̹̹̗̝̬͕̬͔̻͗̔̿̋̑̒́͆͆̈͗̇̌̚͘͜͝ͅ ̴̰̙͎̠̪͉̥̗̰̠̾̔̇̕ͅC̷̨̝̬̦̠͓̖̜̮̮̮̫̎̇͊̀̋ͅĒ̸̢̧̟̺͙͊̈́̽̅͘M̶̢͍͖͖͖̟̻̥̫̬̮̀̑͝E̷̢̡̛͕̯͕̘̬̖͓̙̣̟̠̦̜͉̣͊̈́̈̏́̈́̕Ņ̵̡̨̛̺͚͎͙͚͕̼̺͕̣̻̩̐͌̇͒̃̿͗͂͐̓͐̋͘͜͠T̵̰̩̯̰͙͈̱͍̙̘͈̯̖̹̀͛̈́̏͗͌̒̇́̄̅̅̈́̋̚Ẹ̴̪̬̙͖͂̊̎̎̍͗̒̀̀̒̎̽̕̕D̵̢͙̤̰̜͙̣͈͔̩͖̯̱̠̓!̶̧̞͍̰͕̳̠̼̙̠̦͙͐̈́̏͒͌͛͐͌̈̾̾͝ ̶̡̟̗̹̻̹̗͖̻̭͎͖̻̫͉͓͊̒̾̍̊̈͛̾͌̿̆̒̏͜͝͝Ẃ̶̡̨̱͕̘̤̼̰͍̲̜̪́Ḩ̶̧̻̱̹͇̬͔͓͓̘̼̈́͐͋͗̓̐̓͒̀̕͝Ǫ̵̘̹͍̫̪͚͇͎̼͛̈́̃̊̂ͅ ̴̢̙͔̖͓̘̙̰̜̯͕̥͎̬̞̟̈́͆̂̔̒̽̌̂̎͜D̴͈̪̖͇̗̖̼̱̰̦͈̈́́͑̽̒͒̊̓͜Ö̴̭͓̥́́̿̊̄̽̈̑̀͠ ̷̨̛̛̥̖̞̪̞̥̤͓͚͆̅͗͋́̂͛̀Y̷̢̛̻̯̜̺̮̲͖̮̹̌̑̀͗̀̕͘O̵̙̻̔̕̕U̵̼͊̊̑͆̌̆̀́̍̅͂̀͆̄̈́ ̷͓̫͇̬͔̓͊̊͒́Ṭ̵̛̛̯̘̘̘̪̮̲̫̃̎͛̍͋̈͋̄͂̾̈́͑͝H̷̛̻̣̖̿̈̊̈́͗̌̈́̈́̏̃͒̕I̴̢̜̭̣͕͉̲̝̫̙̱͇̯̥̘͕̗͒̓͐N̴̢̢̥͇͚͙̙͖̞͖̱̘̯̗̘̏̈́͆K̵̛̜̻̜͓̙̭̟̪̩̓̑̉͂̿͆̒̓̃̾̔ͅ ̷̩̲̲͔͖̄̏̐͒͛͌̈̕̚Ÿ̵̰͆̃̔́͑̏̏̕O̴̢̡̧̰͔̹͉͉̩͇̻̦̠̼͇͍̒͆̓́̿̑͌̇U̵̪̝̟͛̈́͘ ̷̧͈͕̻͔̘͖͙̬̻̻̱̠̔͒̂̄́͜͜Ȃ̶̛̦͔͈̥̝̉̉͗͆̔̀̑̾͆͊͋͘͘͝͝R̵̰̙̯̞̈́͐̽̾͒̍̎̂̚Ḕ̴̛͈̲͓̟̖̼̃̏?̴̨̛̲̣̦̱͈̣̪̫̗̪̈́̋̒̀́͒̃̕͘͜ ̴̨̲͉̬̰̺̤̲͍͕̫̪̤͍̮̍̇̈́͑̕W̵̬͎̩̖̗̣̭̞̞̪̣͔͕̩͆̿̏̆̋̅̾H̴̢̝̩̫̯̝̞͊̒̓͂̊̅͌̀̏̍͒A̷̘̙̻͚̤͍̮̲͈͙͇̽̅͂̓̅̅̀̔̅͐̀͒̈́̑͝͠ͅͅṮ̸͎̼̣̫͌̋̀͑̆̅̔͜ ̴̳̭̼̱̟̯̳̞̕Ǵ̶̛̹̟͓͓̓̆̉̆͐̄͑̚͜ͅĨ̶̧̤̘̱̘̜̠̲̬̭͖͕̳̚͜͠V̶̟̻͙̙͓̼̀̒̋́͌̔̄͒͒͛̆͜Ȇ̸̡̤̺̻̘̹̻̩͈̈́ͅṢ̸̢̹̤̹̂͛̐ ̴̼̩̣̰̯̃̿̕͠Y̷̛̜̲͚̣͍͓̗͕̞̝͑̇̈̐̂̉̇̉̀͛̽͒̈́̑͘͜O̵̢̨̟̱̻͈̿͛̒͒̆̈́̃͌͌͗̀̐̽͒̿U̶̡̠̯͖̙̪̎̈́̐̌̂̈͘ ̶̡̡̡̢̢̢̳̤͇̻̘̼̯̹̰͉̀̿̿͒͑́̆̑̈͆̒̾̽̕T̶̛̩̹͖̘̥̳͓̣̯̫͉̒͗͂̾̋͛̌͌̈́͆̇̔͘H̷̡͈̯͉̪͍̟̻̙͂̂͘͜E̶̤͇͍͇̓́͒̊̏͌̀̉͋͊̓̐̎̚̚͝͠ͅ ̶͙̪̲̲͌͊͐̄́͗́̈́͛̕R̷̯̰̳̈́̆̅̆̅̀̓͊̉̒̏̆̓̑̾͜͝I̵͖̘̩͚̥͖̳̤͖̣͇͍̓̀̉͗̇̊͑̏̽̒̄͋̕G̶̨̞͔̲̯̲̺͕͉̭̼͍̪̖̺̘͒̂H̵̘̫̺̥̆͛͆͐̂͝T̵̛͔̞̦͗͌̈́͂̀́̀̉̉̕ ̸̢͍̗̺͇̳͙̙͗̓́̊̑͋̐̌̑̈́̆̎͒̚͝ͅT̷̝̯̟̼͍̲̖̘̘̝͔̍͜ͅỎ̸̮͙̰͎͍̫̣͎̲̥̖̖́̈͆̒͑̚ ̶̱̳̙̜͓̱̞̗̣̫̉̎͂̉͊̋̋̐̄͂̆͠T̵͔̍͌͒͆͝R̷̭͙̙̻̘͖̲͕̜̗̻̰͍̩̉͛͘͘͠Y̸̨̠͍̙͓̬̙̋̎̐͛ͅ ̸̡̧̬̹̦̟͖̟̜̼͇̉̃̃͑̈͌̒̇̀̋̕̚Á̵̡̦̣̦̯̝̳̭̟͙̘̻͇͖̟̳̆̾̂̾̊͌͑͛̉͆̍͑̔̚͠͝N̸̨̨̰͇͈̣̰͓̞̹͓̯̐̄̇̿̃̑͊̔͜͝͠D̶̡̬̟̯̦̮̹̲̈̑́͗̐͑̌̚͠ ̵̢̡͓͈͓̤̞̜̰̎̉̑́͛̂͐͆̆̏̕͝͝R̴͕̭͙̤̠̤̻̥̳̪͓̲̳͔͖̀̊͒̈́̎͐̕ͅͅŮ̷̢̨̻͈̮̗̞̗̫̺͛̚Į̴̢͙̖͖̲͕̑̽́́̄͝Ṇ̸͚̊̔͌̕ ̷̧̭̠̞͍̞͎̺̬͚͓̰̪̩̿̽͋̕ͅͅI̷̢̳̘͚͈͉̘͈͉͇̗̋͋̉T̸̛͓̓̄̓͌̐̄̆̀͋͌̚͠ ̴̞̊̏̓̾̄̒͐̊̕̚͘Ą̴̯͈̬̮̰͙̮̱͔͚̅̒̈́͌͒̀͒͜L̵̙̐̚̕L̷̹̯̜͚̝͉͇̳͎̞͖̠̾̕͝?"

I swam away as fast as my arms would take me. I didn't know if I was being followed, but I wouldn't stop for even a second in case I was. Far before I would have reached the area in which I started in, I found myself outside Land Shark's mind and back in the real world.

Of course, just entering into her mind hadn't been enough to get Friendly Paws into her current state. If I wanted Charlotte to be in a position similar to Felicia, then something more still needed to be done.