"FLOOD! FLOOD!" Karen's receptors picked up. Flood? She had to protect herself! If water got into her system, and without a Plankton to fix her, she'd be DEAD.
So she wheeled to the labratory. It was all she could do. Plankton would protect her, but Plankton was dead. And she was starting to ENJOY his death.
Then, the flood came.
It crashed down the doors of the Chum Bucket. It was only soon that it came for her.
The water crashed down the doors of the labratory. The last thing Karen thought was of her Plankton.
I couldn't think of anything else.