Timothy treaded water, feeling how heavy and "thick" the liquid felt. It bouyed him up as if he weighed nothing and even the smallest waves -caused by the aerator far below- made him bob up and down like a fishing lure. Nervously, he scanned the distorted images below him in the tank.
At his size, even a goldfish would be lethal!
Down below, in the depths, he saw what looked like a man standing at the bottom. His heart almost leapt into his throat. Soon, though, as he stared, he saw that it was a small, plastic diving statue, pausing to peer -appropriately enough- into a treasure chest. He sighed and tried not to inhale too much of the stench from the empty fish tank.
Instead, he looked out and watched as Scott examined the Chest. Treading water was getting difficult as he watched Scott start experimenting with keys. It looked as if he'd already figured out that each gemstone was a button.
Desperate to try and gain some sort of footing in the algea-rich water, Timothy swam over to a huge, plastic pipe that snaked down from the open top some six feet overhead and dove to the depths, below. Panting, he reached it, and held on, looking up.
He might ...just *might*... be able to climb up to the top of the fish tank; but what then? He traced the path of the tube down the side of the tank with his eyes. If he was careful, and if Scott didn't spot him, he might make it down to the table surface. And then...
He looked over the table through the glass walls of his watery prison. His heart leaped as he saw a cellphone next to a house plant! If he could just get there and phone someone at the yard...
Glancing back at Scott he swallowed. If only Scott remained pre-occupied with the Chest...
Slowly, Timothy began to climb...