Imogen was glad that her face was wet, hiding the tears that fell effortlessly. She had known Gabriel since he was a mere toddler, about seven years. His death had hurt her, but not nearly as much as it had hurt Damien. "Sh-Shaenne... come- come back... Need t- to stay toge..." she trailed off in a wheeze that ended in coughs that wracked her body. There wasn't enough water in the creek for her to breath properly. If she didn't get back to her tank soon... she didn't think she could burden her circus family with even more grief.