A/N: It's the shark from A Christmas Carol, just a reminder :)

Day Seven: The Shark

I've got that odd feeling in my stomach again. It only appears the odd time, but for some reason when it happens, I feel the urge to leave the cloud belt. Without really thinking about it, I swim downwards. I almost feel like I've lost control of my own fins and I stop short of panicking, the air in my gills filtering faster as I descend.

The clouds clear and the town comes into view, narrow streets flowing in-between tiny homes like veins. Towering above them is some sort of tower and it is shooting light up into the clouds. But I don't stop – I keep going down not of my own will.

I seem to be heading towards this tower and I can hear beeping. There is one beep far away and another very close, again and again. I quickly realise that the closer beep is inside me – so that must be the cause of the funny feeling.

I land at the base of the tall tower. An old man and a younger woman are standing there with huge grins on their faces; the man is holding the girl's hand and a green stick in the other. There is a rickshaw and harness beside them. The beeping stops and I growl, but the woman opens her mouth and the most beautiful and calming sound comes out. It calms me down and I swim down to rest at her feet. She kneels beside me, stroking a soothing hand over my back repeatedly.

I am vaguely aware of the man attaching something to me, but it is lost on me as I listen to the singing.

"...Let in the light of your bright, bright shadow..." she sings loudly, the volume only making it even more relaxing.

She moves away but I stay put. She's still singing.

"When you are here, Silence is all you know..."

She stops then and I jerk awake. I feel alert again all of a sudden and I take off into the sky...

But something is hanging on to me. I go in circles a few times, trying to work out what is dragging itself behind me, but all I can hear is giggling and I can't see a thing. Then one side of my mouth is pulled and I change course, following the pull. There is more laughter and some cheering now.

I must be giving the two people a ride in that rickshaw, so I play along. I duck and dive through the streets, swimming as quickly as I can to give them some fun. If I do a good job, perhaps the lady will sing again.

After some time, I slow down and the woman starts to sing again. I take them both back to the safety of the ground before I become too relaxed and loose my senses to that beautiful melody.

At the base of the lower I land the rickshaw. The singing doesn't subside, but I notice this time that it isn't as powerful as before, weaker.

"Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright..."

She kneels beside me again, this time stroking my nose. The man removes the harness but I barely notice. The woman stands up and stops singing. The man takes her hand again and she wipes a solitary tear from her cheek.

I swim upwards on instinct, feeling oddly sad and uplifted at the same time. I wonder what is wrong with the woman, but then I reach the cloud belt once more and set about my life's work again, continuing my constant search for food.