Warmth.
A sense of growing.
Sound. An English accent, a man's.
Then a woman, farther away. Southern.
Another English accent.
Touch. It felt like a hand on me, then two, then one again.
Something sweet and nutty.
Something sweet, but a drink.
Water surrounding.
Move, move around, see what's there.
Warmth, press against the walls, make the hand come back.
Walls.
Closing in.
Water draining.
What is happening?
Being moved by force.
Sliding, sliding.
A tunnel.
Is this the end?
But, no.
Something grabs me firmly, helps me out.
The same English accent, but clearer.
The same Southern accent, but clearer.
Cold.
I open my eyes.
Bright.
Where am I?
A tired face.
Happy, but tired.
It smiles.
Green.
Another face.
Excited.
Pink.
Another face.
Happy.
Teal.
Something cuts me, wraps me in something warm.
He reaches out his arms.
He takes me.
He smiles again.
Fangs.
Monocle on the table.
Father.