Madeline was about to gather the rope in preparation for a mighty tug when she spotted something in the corner of her eye. Something there, bobbing and skimming the surface of the thick goop.

 

“Franky!?” Madeline began to trudge desperately in that direction. “Man, I was beginning to think you’d never show up! I…”

 

As Madeline neared the buoy, what became exceedingly clear was that whatever this was, it wasn’t Franky.

 

Or, at least, it wasn’t *all* of her.

 

As Madeline got close, she saw what she recognized as the scrap of Franky’s one-piece swimsuit wrapped around a pale torso. But there was no face or, remarkably, even a head to speak of. Her left arm had succumbed to the acids and the only reason her right leg remained was due to the baby fat of her upper thigh. It was as gnarly as it was traumatizing.

 

Madeline stared at it for a while. Then, she did a very quick cross with her hands and yanked at the rope.

 

“Jason, I am *ready* to come out now…

 

“Jason?”

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