[They make it to the cottage in one piece and that's nothing short of a miracle in her eyes. They're surrounded by water-even the cups are spawning these bizarre land sharks and no one got chomped on the way back.
While he presses his ear against the doorframe, she raises her fingertips up to the window's edge, slowly raising her head to peer at what might be awaiting them. She'd rather know where the danger is than play a guessing game. It makes it easier to hide in the opposite direction.
But nothing's there-he can't hear anything, she can't see it and unless they're-]
They can't be ghosts, right? Sharks won't become something like that?
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While he presses his ear against the doorframe, she raises her fingertips up to the window's edge, slowly raising her head to peer at what might be awaiting them. She'd rather know where the danger is than play a guessing game. It makes it easier to hide in the opposite direction.
But nothing's there-he can't hear anything, she can't see it and unless they're-]
They can't be ghosts, right? Sharks won't become something like that?