You and Puff were dating. For a few years at this point. You two were super happy with each other. There was no way of tearing you apart.

He had this band, Your Favorite Martian, and it was like his pride and joy. He decided that he wanted to plan a trip for the whole band, including you.

And you went to Disneyworld! It was going to be great. The plane ride there, the boat you had to ride across to the park, the rides -

The boat.

You were deathly afraid of boats. When you were about 7, you went on a cruise with your parents. The boat ended up sinking, killing them. It was insane. And now you were going on a boat. Great.

You huddled in a corner, far away from everyone, hyperventilating. You were freaking out, and Puff, your boyfriend, noticed you were there.

"Hm? Babe? Where are you- Oh! Are you okay? Why are you all...huddled up? You look like you're gonna shit yourself."