Kat lay in her bed, her wheelchair settled neatly outside her door. Her scarf hanging from a hook, her mantle lay on the pillow of the more than king sized bed. Her crystal blue eyes stared at the ceiling intently, her mind on the happenings of the day. She had never been so close to death, so close to being harmed like that.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Knock Knock Knock.</span><br/><br/>"Sweety, there's someone here for you... and did you remember to clean your room?" It was her father. She gritted her beak, but ultimately her tentacles set to work cleaning the flooded room.<br/><br/>"Who is it? And yes, Dad, it's clean."  Her house was large enough that she was comfortable anywhere, the hallways large, and the door frames almost comical. Every room was water tight, and specially treated so it could be systematically filled with oxygenated water to hold the squids.<br/><br/>"Donta, I believe he said his name was."<br/><br/>"Donta?" She sat up.<br/><br/>"Yeah, he's not that boy from school is he?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Dammit mom.</span>Kat's mind cursed. "Uh. Boy from school? Well, he's in a couple of my classes. He's new. We got along." She felt oddly dirty, she wasn't lying, and that was what she kept repeating to herself, but it felt awkward.<br/><br/>She moved to the door, pulling it open, the cold water of the hallway mingled with the warm of her room, sending goosebumps down her skin. She positioned herself in her wheelchair, and held her hand over an ominous blue button. Her dad sped away, down the ramp into the kitchen, which was in turn water-sealed. Her hand pressed down on the button, and gravity seemed to set in. The water was seeped out through the carpet, specially designed to deter water retention. She made her way down the ramp to the first floor, wrapping her scarf around her face and mantle.<br/><br/>She stared at the screen that showed Donta standing at the gate, leaning up to the mic of the speaker. "Come on in, Donta." She spoke, and pressed a small button. The gates to the outside swung slowly, almost ominously open.