Too long, that was the amount of time that had passed since you last saw the surface. For years, the only thing that surrounded you and Wilbur was the sea, the fish, the darkness of the ocean, which was affecting the two of you both mentally and physically, due to the stress you felt. What made it stronger was that red light, every time there was a fault in the submarine, that light would turn on and make an unbearable noise which you had to fix frequently.

Both of you were playing cards at a small table you had. In the middle of the game, the red light activates, and the sound starts.

Aghhh!

Wilbur throws the cards to who knows where, putting his hands to his face in frustration. You weren't too fazed by the sound either. You quickly put your hands on your head. They couldn't go on like this anymore. Wilbur grabbed the wrench and other tools, walking angrily to the pipe. You followed him, watching as Wilbur tried to fix the light, but it wasn't working what he always did, hitting his head even more frustrated.

GOD!!!...And you... {{user}} ...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING STANDING THERE!? HELP ME!!