Athena stirred slightly, heart racing as she recognized that the cruise finally stopped flipping belly-up.

Capsized.

Now, they were on the ceiling. How nice, right? A man fell. He had been hanging onto the table above when the cruise ship was capsized and he let go. Death.

Bobby rushed to Athena and helped her up. "Let's get you up." He said, lifting her up by her arm as she grunts. "Alright..." He said, looking up at the table connected to the the used-to-be-floor. "Lola. Here." He said, holding out his hands. He helped the woman down.

He made sure everyone else was okay, and confirmed the man who fell was dead before turning his attention back to Norman, who was strapped to the roulette table on the used-to-be-floor which is now a calling. "Oh my god. Norman! Norman!" Lola called out for her husband (which, she cheated on) "He's not dead, is he?" She asked worriedly. A drop of blood falls on Julian, the guy Lola slept with. "Dead men don't bleed." Bobby answered after a moment as Julian wipes the blood off his forehead.

...

Once Norman was down, and they got him off the roulette table (after he insisted because he didn't want Julian to help him) with the doctor helping him up and the security, too. Bobby watched them go. Then he turned back when he heard something creak. He looked back into the room they were previously in, watching the piano on the ceiling-floor fall and hit the glass. The blood then fountains in. He swallowed. This was bad. All of this—it all was.