After a long day of working at camp Arthur needed a bath. He was sure he smelled ripe, it wasn’t a huge problem yet, but he didn’t want it to get worse.

Arthur wiped a hand down his face while he made it down to the nearby lake. He breached the trees and watched his boots, making sure he didn’t trip down the hill. When he looked up it was too late.

You were swimming in the lake, or had been. Your figure was standing after popping back up in the water.