A tentacle shot out of the dark water, wrapping around Viktor’s leg and yanking him off his feet. Her hand grabbed for his, and she heard him scream as his wrist slipped through her fingers. Behind him, the water was boiling and frothing as something writhed beneath the surface. She lunged, trying again to grab her brother before he was dragged beneath the surface. She screamed his name and then —
“Natalya. Natalya.” Someone was shaking her. Her eyes snapped open. A moment later, a light came on, and she closed them again against the sudden brightness. “Natalya?”
She forced herself to take some deep breaths, then slowly sat up. “I’m alright.” She exhaled. “I’m alright.”
Greg nodded, then gently rubbed her back. “I’ll make some coffee.” He rose and stepped around Adele.
Adele wheeled herself all the way into the room. “Sorry, sugar.” Adele came over and patted her hand. “I heard you yelling but I couldn’t get into my chair and…”
“Why are you apologizing for…” She glanced down at herself, then promptly grabbed the covers and yanked them up to hide her breasts. “Shit.”
“It’s not the first time he’s seen you topless.” Adele shrugged. From the kitchen, a few banging sounds could be heard.
“Six years old and playing in the sprinklers doesn’t count.” Natalya sighed. She could tell her face was crimson. “I’m going to buy some pajamas.” She stuck her tongue out at Adele. “Just not old lady ones like yours.”
“Hey…” Adele pointed at her nightshirt. “Don’t knock Minnie Mouse.” She guided the wheelchair back, then turned it toward the door. “I’m going to go rescue Greg from the coffee machine.”
“I’ll be there in a minute to start breakfast.” Natalya sighed. “After I commit seppuku from humiliation.”