Fear had fully taken over his brain and he could only focus on one single thing: PADDLE FASTER.

…And DO NOT LOOK BEHIND. Just don’t.

Otherwise he´d see them rhythmically and unmistakably gaining on him. Like they were ice skating on the summer lake. Eye sockets intent on the prey.

If he looked back, and was able to detach his sight from their contorted ephemeral bodies, behind them he would ...

« Hold still Tim…it’s almost done.”

The petulant assistant wiped sweat beads from his unibrow. Tim’s colors had been flushed out by the anesthetic needle and now he looked drained of all blood, will and wits. Wide-eyed as if doom was irremediably running towards him, no amount of distractions volunteered by the voluptuous assistant made blood return in any of his members.

And then they all heard...