[ Midst yet another, rather cold night. ] Lit candle standing at the bedside table slowly melted away, as the cowardly fish sat wide awake in his bed, jolting at every subtle rustle of a seaweed blown by the wind at the outside his burrow. He knew there wasn't anything specific about it that would be valuable causing such anxiety, but the only possibility that something could go completely unhinged wasn't letting his mind ease, the thoughts constantly sinking in and--

Just when the knocking has abruptly almost pierced through the silence, the sound repeating thrice. And it wasn't just rocks, bubbles or anything similar, it clearly was the one of whatever is on the other side being the cause.