I tapped the code on the fountain wall we were seated alongside. The receptors in the surface read the presence of Jovial Dialland through my skin and responded positively. Below the surface of the water, a large rectangular shape could be seen. It looked as inviting as the entrance to Jalwar Funnel and was equally dangerous.
I swung around and put my feet into the water. Contrary to Lincoln’s often told version, I didn’t scream like a 10-Bay Sucker bed being pulled from its feeding patch, nor did she have to dart me into tranquillity and carry me to the farm while I offered my life savings to return to “the light of freedom above”. I did have a moment, however, when the combined weight of everything happening became palpable and I wanted to run far, far away.
Lincoln read the situation
