It seems you swam out of a drain hole, and after a short, breathless fall downwards you land in a river with a soft splash. You can feel the force of the stream pushing you slowly in one direction, so you start swimming with enough force to swim around without suffering from the current. You seem to be in a somewhat murky river, human trash occasionally floating by. You idly explore the bottom part of the river, swimming past other fishes going in the opposite direction. Frankly, you hadn't expected this river to look this good below the surface. There's elegantly swimming aquatic life, waterplant banks growing on the bottom...and a bigger fish trying to eat you, your fish instincts tell you. You nervously look around until you spot the beast coming for you, and you dart in the opposite direction. When he almost seems to be in range to swallow you, you dive into a bank of seaweed to hide. For a moment the bigger fish looks confused as to where you've gone, and searches the surface of the waterplants for any sign of movement. You keep as still as possible until it goes away, then slowly continue along the seaweed not to arouse the fish's suspicion again. After a while, you come into a wider open area, looking like a lake or sea - you are not certain. The water's certainly clearer, but there's no telling what new dangers might lie here for a small fish like you.