It's as if the elf was a fortune teller himself, as he realized his hypothesis was correct. All movement momentarily halted, until gravity shifted below him. Blue slid back into Sean's tight throat. The muscular walls of the tube pulsated around him, pushing him ever downwards into a growling stomach. But something wasn't right...<br/><br/>It seemed lopsided and uneven in shape. Acid pooled only in one side of Sean's gut. There was suddenly hope for Blue, suddenly his life was saved by his captor! The air was thin, and crying was using much of the oxygen. If the elf were to continue his sobbing, he'd pass out for sure.