The mermaid watched as Lu-Ellen pulled one of the wolf hairs from between the fibbers of her dress and look down at it affectionately. Seeing her friends happiness warmed her heart but also reminded her of her own loneliness. For a moment she looked back into her tank and at Brian’s floating body. How many had she dragged down into the depths with her? How many had she tried to keep? More importantly, how many had died? She was lonely. No matter how much she loved these people or how good they were to her the fact of the matter was that they would not comfort her in the way she so desperately wanted. They couldn’t swim with her and feel the touch of the water, they couldn’t breathe in the freedom only found at the lowe
