Before Emily was too far out she heard an all too familer voicing calling to her. It was Patrick, her son who her parents raised as their child, her 'brother'. "Patrick." she
cried, swimming back to shore as the youn boy ran into her arms. Emily Proped herself up and embraced the five year old. "Emily, are you my real mommy?" Patrick asked.
Emily felt her heart skip a beat. "Yes sweetie, I am!" She cried, but they were tears of joy, her son the son she wanted to mother but her parents refused to allow it. Patrick
looked at Emily. "Why don't you have feet?" Patrick asked. Emily hugged Patrick close, she wanted to be free in the sea, but didn't want to leave her son alone. "Patrick,
see that palm tree, there is a bottle there, bring it to Mommy sweetie." Emily instructed. Patrick obayed as he ran to the tree, got the bottle and ran back to Emily. "OK
Honey, now I want you to drink it all up." Emily explained. Again, Patrick did as he was told. "Now take off all your cloths and follow me into the ocean."