As the lifeguard started driving you home, you give her the directions to where your house was located, while she parked at the curb in front, as you saw your car in the driveway. You were wearing a blue bathrobe over the rest of your body, hoping it would be dry enough to keep you from any form of water.
You get out of the lifeguard's car, and follow her up to the front door. "I'm sure your folks will understand what you went through," Angela says. "These mermaid virus outbreaks don't always happen to people like you, but as long as you don't get hit with water again, you should be fine." You hope you were right, as you knock on the door. You hear someone coming, and on the other side was your mother. "Terry," she says, and wraps her arms around you hugging her, while not letting go.