"What is that? The sound of running water?" thought Neeba.

Something brushed his left arm and he groaned.

Again it brushed his arm, but Neeba continued to lie limply in the water as it flowed leisurely by him.

Once more it tugged at his arm and though it threatened to stretch the fabric, it was not enough to steer his body of course. "Eeeeee!" an angry little voice squealed.

"Cold," Cracking an eyelid, Neeba witnessed Sucubus's childlike face inches from his own and that of one other standing on the bank of the river he floated down. "I feel… cold," he managed to say through labored breath.

"Oh dear," the figure on the riverbank spoke with consternation.

The figure extended something from his arm towards Neeba as he floated past.

"No," Neeba inwardly panicked. The arm was Druaga's, he was sure; come to claim his weakened soul. "Please no!" Unable to maintain his focus in such a state of panick, Neeba fell back into unconsciousness as the figure struggled to pull the injured young man from the river.