Immediately, both blonds began to breathe easier. Ed came to first, opening his eyes slowly. "Brother, are you alright?" Tyler didn't respond at first, taking in deep breath after deep breath of clean air.
"Al what–where am I?" His voice came out muffled, and he lifted his hand to the face mask in confusion. Fletcher shifted nervously, and golden eyes snapped to him, more clear by the second. "What is he doing here?"
Fletcher flinched. "I'm sorry," he said meekly.
"Huh? What are you sorry for, what did you do?"
"No, it's not what you did," Al said, "it's what you didn't do, right Fletcher? If you know something, tell us. I get the feeling you don't like what's going on here."
Fletcher looked stricken, but slowly nodded. "That red water you saw is a toxic substance that's been pollutin
