Zoe's still up a creek. If it's cutting her more slack than before, she can't tell.

To her, the rapids are like a stormy ocean. The waves are huge. She's always powerless to counter them. She's even more powerless when they take her underwater, to where she can't breathe, let alone hope for her future...one that she might not have, depending on how this goes.

Up ahead, the rapids go on. As usual, Zoe can't wait... (Sarcasm implied.)

On a branch, a treefrog sits. He inflates his neck flap, repeatedly. The bugs out here seem to hate it out here. The frog's been here for hours, and only a few nice ones have flown by...

Below the surface, near-nude Zoe bounces off a rock. She's still a thousandth her normal size. She flies out of the water.

To her great relief, she's flying towards something she thinks she can use to save herself. So, she does.

She hangs from it. She tries to pull herself up. She can't. It seems a bit ironic that she was doing pull-ups when this all got started, and now she can't do one to save herself...

Alas, soon her weak arms become the least of her worries. Something big and sticky slaps her on the ass, and pulls her back. It's got a good grip on her ass. Her grasp on the knob is starting to hurt...

It's the treefrog. He's snagged her...with his tongue. Either he thinks she's a bug, or he knows she's not, and is hitting on her, like the spider did. Zoe has NO idea how these behemoths can tell how hot she is. SHE doesn't think she's hot. But then, that's probably why it's better that the men chase her, and not her herself...

And lesbians, whenever those sight her... But then, if only she were gay... (Glad she isn't, frankly.)

The frog's got a hold on Zoe's ass. And Zoe can't maintain her grip indefinitely.

"Oh please," Zoe grunts. "Please, don't send me back into the creek..."

As Zoe's arms tire, she's saved by a rogue frog gigger. It impales her attacker in three different spots, and causes his tongue to release Zoe.

Alas, this doesn't happen until after Zoe loses her grip on the knob. Once again, she's in freefall. She tries to grab several parts of the limb, but can't. She splashes down, and is, once again, lost to the current.

A rapid takes her under. She bounces off a rock. She's punted into the air over the water, again...

"I ASKED YOU NOT TO DO THIS TO ME," Zoe shouts, before splashing back down.

Nearby, a group of boys laugh, as they gig frogs. They're unaware that they've just saved a beautiful city girl's life...if they're even attracted to girls yet.

One of them might be gay... But even if he was, would he be this quick to tell his friends about it?

Once again, Zoe is adrift. If she weren't so depressed and scared by now, she'd notice that the rapids are finally beginning to slow...