Fiona holds her breath for as long as she can while the wall of jelly
engulfs her whole body. How long is it? A minute? Maybe two,
certainly nothing more. She's reaching forward, trying to find
something, anything, to grasp hold of, something to give her even the
slightest traction as she endeavours to pull herself into her own
eye. But there's nothing there, just this gelatinous mass slowly
devouring her body. A fire starts to build in her lungs, slowly at
first, but it quickly fills her chest, her stomach, her throat, until
she can stand it no more, her mouth opening as her body spasms, the
last of her air slowly replaced by oozing sludge. She tries to
scramble forward, her arms pulling through this unctuous morass while
her legs kick frantically at the air behind her. Panic grabs her
heart as a deep throbbing pain works its way through her limbs and a
deep void threatens to take her mind.
