Imogen knew something was wrong. "They should have been back by now. Unless..."<span style="font-style: italic">Unless the girls decided to return the surgeons favor</span>, she finished with a shudder. Her old friends should have listened to her. Sending the surgeon was a mistake, sending someone they didn't know was a mistake. Glancing around the camp, she saw that no one was watching before she tumbled out of the tank and flopped on the wet ground. Her gills cried out in pain as she gasped for air. She didn't even bother to see if anyone was looking as she clawed her way to a shallow river. The evening chill raised goosebumps along her body, but the top half of a wet suit helped to keep a bit of the heat in. She half crawled/ half swam up river to the noise of a fight. It was the girls, Jerome, and Kris. And the girls were doing just as she feared they would.