Sinking deep down underwater with no hope of making it back to the surface in time? Water pressure is getting tighter, lungs are beginning to strain, its so dark down here; then out of the gloom emerges a great bulky figure, a fish? No a Whale, a classic cartoon style whale, and he scoops a fin around me; raises and eyebrow, slowly opens his large mouth; the squishy red cave he offers is the gateway to being saved, there is air in there he assures me. I only need to trust him, that he, his hunger, and his stomach will gladly claim guardianship over me for the time being.

Made with MS Paint on November 4, 2012