Instead of a steadying hand on his arm, Blake felt two hands pushing him from behind, and then a moment later he was plunging into the water. He tried to scream, but all he managed to create was a stream of indecipherable gurgles as he flopped and thrashed violently in the water. It turned out Blake<span style="font-style: italic">couldn't</span>swim, although if he'd had the presence of mind to stand up he would've been perfectly fine.<br/><br/>He was under the surface, preparing to die, when fingers knotted painfully in his hair and yanked him up. He reached the air above the tub once more and gasped, turning to stare at Mallory with something that would have been a look of rage if he wasn't squinting quite so hard so as to see with water still in his eyes.<br/><br/>"Why'd y'do that, Mal?! Y'coulda' drownded me," he panted, noticing that her usually messy brown bun had unraveled into a strangely dark tangled curtain. Her golden eyes reassured him that things weren't as bad as he was making them out to be, but a moment later he watched in horror as the soap went into the water.<br/><br/>He stared numbly as frothy bubbles began to become visible; he slowly edged away from them, eyeing them as a swimmer would watch a shark drifting dangerously close to their location. "I think I'm ready t'come ou' now," he whispered with wide, red eyes as his back pressed up against the side of the tub behind him.