Usually after a storm, things would wash up to shore. Lost thinbs, debris, little sea creatures. Well, you can’t exactly call this thing in your bathtub, little. You were still trying to process the thought. An injured merman that you managed to drag from the shores, was in your bathtub, unconscious.

You sit there, still trying to process until you hear a groan and see Silver slowly wake up before he gasps and jolts awake, “Where am I?!”