Lennon frowned. An idea struck him, and he bent down. He started plucking at the blades of grass, tossing them aside. Then he took fistfuls out, tearing at it. Beneath the grass, there didn't seem to be dirt, but rather, a puddle of some sort of silver liquid.<br/><br/>By the end of it, his fingers were bloody, but he didn't really seem to pay much attention to that. "What do you think? Could there be something beyond that, or would we just drown in... puddle?" Just as he said that, the ground started to sink like quick sand. Instinctively, he held onto her protectively. "Looks like we don't have much choice..."<br/><br/>((hope you don't mind? I'm just putting stuff out there, if you had plans, it's a pretty flexible thing :) It was just an idea that hit me, so I thought it'd be interesting))