Mordecai didn't notice. She fell deeper into the water. She couldn't scream, couldn't move, it was almost like someone was holding her down. All she could do was stare at Mordecai pleadingly. "Help me..." She thought. Mordecai finally turned around. "Danielle, where are you-DANIELLE!"

She touched the bottom of the room now. Mordecai dove underneath. He pulled her back up. The water was six inches from the ceiling. "What the hell were you doing?!" He scolded. "I couldn't...move..."

They were floating now. The water pressure was choking them. "Mordecai...the pressure...it hurts..." Danielle whispered. The water was three inches away from the ceiling. Only their noses could reach the surface to breathe. Suddenly, there was no surface. It was all water. They were going to die.

The pressure weighed in on Mordecai's chest. He stopped. He gave up. He quit holding his breath, closed his eyes, and accepted defeat.

Danielle hated what was happening. "I'm not gonna die this way," she thought. She opened her eyes, and they glowed. Mordecai could see her. She stared up at the ceiling, slammed it, and it lit up purple. Then, it smashed into pieces.

The water spilled out of the room like a landslide. It washed away. Mordecai was panting and coughing from the water. Danielle was too, but her eyes were wide with confusion and shock. "What...the hell...just happened?" Mordecai panted.

"I have absolutely no idea," Danielle started. "But I'm alive!" She said, smiling. Mordecai smiled too. Danielle threw herself toward him, and wrapped her arms around him. "We're alive!" She repeated. "We're alive!" Danielle finally stood up and squeezed the water out of her hair. "I need a shower in the worst way." Mordecai complained. Danielle smiled. She looked around at the terrain. "Typical Pandora," she grumbled.

She suggested they stay out and dry off, because even her socks were sorta sludgy. So they walked into an abandoned motel. Danielle walked into a room with a lockable door. "Don't you go trying anything funny!" She joked from the other side of the door. Mordecai laughed. "Yeah, maybe."

~Danielle's POV~

Maybe? What the shit does that mean?! He's so funny, he always pulls shit like that. When it's appropriate anyway. He's a good guy, I think I- nope. Nevermind. Nope. I can't spill that much about my personal life here. Anyway, when I took off my socks, they dripped. I felt itchy all over. I need a shower! Where are the goddamn showers in this place? Screw it, I'll pat myself dry with a cotton ball instead.

~My POV~

Mordecai looked through the drawers of the motel room, and found a phone book and some painkillers. "Seriously? That's it?" He questioned no one in particular. Meanwhile, Danielle was stripping herself from her wet clothes and was hanging them to dry. She was in her underwear, and it was dark out, so she just got into one of the beds. She got bored, so she stayed up drawing on herself. Mordecai caught her in the act. "What are you doing?" Mordecai barked. "I don't know." Mordecai later got in the opposing bed, and fell asleep.

When Danielle woke up, she got into her clothes and looked out the window. Clouds covered all sense of sunlight, and it was raining. "God, haven't I got enough water for one week?" She yelled, waking Mordecai. "Danny, you're screaming...shut up." Mordecai said as he threw a pillow at her. "Someone's grumpy," she replied, running her fingers through her hair.

Danielle held her hair out of her face for once, and took a deep breath. "How am I gonna tell him...?" She thought. She's always been so different. When she was a kid, her life was so hard. She was bullied because her eyes were purple, and her hair was blue. They always called her a freak. She didn't have any friends beside a girl that didn't laugh or make fun of her. She never talked to her, but since she didn't hurt her, she was her friend.

"Danny." Mordecai put a hand on her shoulder. "You alright?" Her forehead was against the cold window. Tears dripped off her chin and onto her feet. "You're the only friend I've ever had," she said, with sadness expressing in her voice.

"What are you talking about?" Mordecai asked, confused as hell. "The kids hated me...that's why I have this." She lifted up her shirt, baring her back. There was a three-lined scar down her back. The tint around it was grey, not red. "I nearly died from blood loss that day..." She said so quietly it was almost a whisper. "That's terrible..." Mordecai said as he covered his arms around her. She escaped his hold and picked up her pocket knife. "Watch," she instructed. He did just that. She lowered the knife to her own forearm, pushed on it, and started to make a slit in her skin. She cringed while she did it. Right when Mordecai was about to ask what she was doing, black liquid squeezed out of the wound.