Fiona fights the darkness that threatens to engulf her, struggling to
retain her consciousness as her arms flail through the gloop before
her. She stretches and strains to find any kind of purchase,
anything to grab hold of and pull herself forward. Her legs kick
behind her, her body twists left and right, all the while she feels
thick, oozing jelly filling her lungs, suffocating her. Her throat
retches, body convulsing with spasms, trying to push the mire out
from within her. But it's no use, she's stuck, drowning as she tries
to enter her own eye. The darkness washes through her once more,
barely conscious at all, when a familiar voice in the distance
suddenly ignites hope when it says “There, there, girl, try to take
it easy.”
