Well no sign of her on the way down, John Fisher thought and reluctantly pulled his moped up into a free space of the sectors driveway. He was feeling worse for wear, wanting nothing more then to get bed but duty came first and he was worried about the mermaid. Cutting the engine however only made him feel worse. Out on the porch of Marina's billet, Oink was making ever such a racket; honking, wailing even butting the door with his head! Fisher wondered why no one else had come to complain or see what all the fuss was about unless they where all out and at their posts.
He tried the door. Unlocked. Fisher crept in hovering in the door frame.
"Marina?" No answer, not even with Oink following in behind him. But what was obscuring his vision? Smoke? His covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve on instinct but no it was only steam. Steam filled the little chalet and he could hear the shower.
Guess she is just running late after all, Fisher decided with relief. He'd wait, explain the situation then- Actually he'd wait with his eyes closed, or outside- you know, just in case- explain the situation, offer her a lift to work then head home to-!
He didn't finish that thought as Oink barreled past him to the bed room, knocking the Lieutenant over and honking even louder then Fisher had ever heard the seal do before.
"What gives, you dam pup?!" John snapped with a groan and clambering up the lack of sleep, getting to him. It was then he realized his hands where wet. As where his knees the material of his uniform now soaking up liquid from the damp carpet. Sodden even, it squelched under his feet as clambered upright and shot into the other room, yelling Marina's name but it did no good. He only succeeded in adding to the cacophony of Oink's cries, the radio static and what became a great sloshing of water.
Water.. Water Everywhere... But not a drop to drink.