He must go on! Forward, even though every muscle ached with each new stroke. He must reach the other side, where it is safe and the water is calm. As the water becomes shallower, the swell becomes higher and steeper. As they intensify, the foamy waves splash across his face. Taking a deep breath, some water enters his lungs, forcing a gaging cough.

He heard a faint voice yelling his name. "Bobert".

Though it was faint, he recognized it as the P-Vine.

"Rescue", he yelled out with joy.

"Dinner is ready,Bobert, come down stairs. Havent' you spent enough time in the bath", she quipped. You will look even more like a prune"