Finally, he arrived at the hospital, his arrival marked by a burst of energy that sent shockwaves rippling through the air.
Before Adamus walked into the hospital, he changed into regular clothes. Striding purposefully to the front counter, he approached the receptionist with a polite smile. "Hi, ma'am," he greeted her. "Is there a George Rodriguez here?"
Before the lady at the counter could respond, Sophia suddenly appeared, running towards Adamus and enveloping him in a tight hug. Adamus returned the embrace warmly, his heart swelling with gratitude.
"Thanks for helping me out yesterday," Sophia said, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Adamus smiled, his expression warm. "No problem," he replied. "And if you need help rebuilding your Arcade Store..."
But before he could finish, Sophia shook her head. "It's fine, Adamus," she interrupted. "Dylan, Dad heard about it and he said he's going to pay for everything."
Adamus's eyes widened in surprise and relief. "That's great news," he exclaimed, genuinely happy for Sophia and her family.
Sophia nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, it is," she agreed. "Thanks again, Adamus."
Sophia screamed loudly, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the hospital. "I almost forgot! I made you something," she exclaimed excitedly.
Adamus smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. They both walked out of the hospital where Sophia pulled out a gift. "I made ..." Sophia started to say, but Adamus interrupted.
"You don't have to do that. Your smile and knowing you'll be safe is enough of a gift," Adamus said, trying to deflect.
But Sophia shook her head with a playful smirk. "Stop being so noble and just open it," she insisted.
With a curious grin, Adamus unwrapped the gift. Inside was a brand new superhero costume. His face lit up with joy as he looked at it.
"You made this?" Adamus asked, his voice filled with amazement.
Sophia nodded with a proud smile. "Yes, it took me all night," she admitted.
As they held each other, Adamus leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers. Sophia responded immediately, meeting his kiss with equal fervor. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down Adamus's spine as he felt the warmth of her lips against his own.
Their embrace deepened, the world around them fading away as they lost themselves in each other. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the love they shared.
Just as they reluctantly parted, their breaths mingling, Adamus's phone rang, He answered, his voice slightly breathless, as Dylan's urgent voice came through the line.
"Hurry up, you're about to be late! We have to go to class today. We need to ask Professor Reeves some questions about that crystal. You have to hear this," Dylan exclaimed.
Adamus chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll be there soon, Dylan," he replied, his gaze lingering on Sophia. "Sorry, duty calls."
Sophia smiled back, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Go on, we'll catch up later," she said softly, her voice filled with understanding.
With a final, lingering glance, Adamus carefully stowed his new costume in his bookbag and rushed off to school, utilizing his light speed to traverse the distance in the blink of an eye.
As Adamus stepped into the crowded school hallways, the air buzzed with chatter and laughter. He moved quietly through the swarm of students, catching pieces of conversation that floated around him.
"You saw that hero yesterday? He was actually saving people… for free."
"Yeah, I heard he's not even part of the Superhero Organization."
"No way me too. People are calling him Vajra."
"Vajra? That's a stupid name."
"You're crazy. Did you hear his speech? It was incredible."
"Doesn't matter," another voice chimed in dismissively. "He wouldn't stand a chance against Superior Man."
Despite the mixed opinions, Adamus remained focused as he made his way to Professor Reed's classroom. There, Dylan was waiting for him, a hint of amusement on his face. "You're pretty late for someone who can move at FTL Plus. Class is already over," Dylan teased. "But still, follow me. We've discovered something about your powers. You've been using them the wrong way."
Adamus's curiosity piqued, he followed Dylan into the classroom, eager to learn more about his abilities.
They both walked up to Professor Reed's desk, Dylan taking the lead. "Professor, could you explain to Adamus what you explained to me?" Dylan asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.
The professor peered over his glasses, his keen eyes focusing intently on Dylan and Adamus. "Why do you two hold such a vested interest in this Crystal? Are you implying that you're the ones who absconded with it?" His voice, though measured, held a note of skepticism, tinged with a scholarly curiosity.
"As you may know, the museum is currently in an uproar over the disappearance of the Crystal," he continued, his tone revealing a hint of frustration. "I was implicated in that mess, and it cost me my position. They claimed the Crystal they They put in the museum was fake, which only added to the confusion."
He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "But even if it were genuine, the story surrounding it is steeped in myth. It's a conundrum, to say the least." He sighed, his expression one of genuine puzzlement. "I fail to understand why they chose to fire me if it was a fake.
Both Dylan and Adamus quickly raised their hands, shaking their heads vigorously. "Of course, we didn't steal it," Dylan assured, his voice earnest. Adamus echoed the sentiment, adding, "We just want to understand more about it."
The professor nodded in acknowledgment, pleased with their response. "Good. Okay, let me explain," he began, his voice carrying the weight of authority as he delved into the subject. "The 'Om Mani Padme Hum Crystal' is indeed an ancient artifact, believed to possess immense power."
He paused, adjusting his glasses before continuing. "It was recently discovered that the tribe which once possessed this crystal is known as the Bodhi Zen Tribe."
"When the crystal activates," he added, "it emits a sound an audible hum like a tuning fork aligning with the omniverse. You can hear it and feel it, as if the vibration itself is the manifestation of its power." "The Bodhi Zen Tribe would recite this mantra for hours every day," he added, his tone filled with reverence. "Legend has it that the mantra bestowed upon them infinite power, a testament to the spiritual and mystical properties of the crystal." Especially the person who has the power of the crystal. He continued, "The 'Om Mani Padme Hum' mantra is a sacred chant that carries profound spiritual significance. Each syllable of the mantra represents various aspects of enlightenment and transformation. However, it is the final syllable, 'hum,' that holds particular importance in the context of Hopf fibration."
The professor gestured to a diagram behind him. "The 'Om Mani Padme Hum crystal' is a construct of unfathomable complexity. It seems similar to quasicrystals structures that defy traditional crystallography with their ordered yet non-periodic atomic arrangements. Quasicrystals, first discovered by Dan Shechtman in 1982, exhibit symmetries impossible in conventional matter, such as five-fold rotational symmetry. Their unique properties revolutionized materials science, yet they are mere imitations of the cosmic perfection embedded within this crystal."
He continued, "When activated, the crystal emits a resonance a frequency so precise that it aligns with the fundamental structure of the hyperverses, omniverse. Most beings cannot hear it, as it exists beyond the perceptual limits of ordinary consciousness, higher dimensional sound, much like infrasound or ultrasonic waves. This frequency is not merely a sound but a harmonic key that resonates with the fabric of existence itself. It interacts with 'life strings' the underlying threads that weave together the multiverse, hyperverses, and infinite realities, omniverse. These strings, much like the filaments proposed in advanced string theory, serve as the fundamental scaffolding of all space, time, and dimensionality, even transcending dimensionality."
His voice took on a measured intensity. "Hopf fibration is the mechanism that bridges these realms. While mathematicians describe it as an elegant framework for mapping higher-dimensional spaces, in this context, it is an active force a guiding principle that allows access to the infinite structures of existence. The resonance of the crystal does not simply reveal hidden dimensions; it grants the wielder dominion over them. By manipulating these spatial layers, they gain access to an infinite energy source spanning universes, multiverses, and hyperverses, Omniverse."
The Hopf fibration is a profound mathematical concept that provides a framework for understanding higher-dimensional spaces by mapping complex structures in an accessible way. Imagine describing a two-dimensional surface a sphere but recognizing that this surface exists in three-dimensional space. The Hopf fibration extends this idea into higher dimensions, revealing hidden layers of reality through elegant geometry.
At its core, the Hopf fibration takes a circle (S¹) and continuously traces it along every point of another circle, forming a linked structure of intertwined loops in three-dimensional space. This structure elegantly represents a connection between different dimensions, creating a higher-order framework for mapping spatial relationships.
"This power is not limited to mere travel between dimensions. It fundamentally alters the nature of strength, speed, and force. The wielder does not rely on conventional physics they redefine it. By bending the dimensions around an object, they can nullify its weight, making even celestial bodies seem weightless. By warping spatial coordinates, they can compress or expand movement itself, allowing for acceleration beyond any physical constraint. What appears to be raw power is, in truth, mastery over the fabric of existence."
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "Imagine lifting a planet not through brute strength, but by shifting it into a dimensional state where its mass becomes irrelevant. Imagine moving faster than light not by increasing velocity, but by altering space itself to eliminate distance. The wielder of the Om Mani Padme Hum crystal does not simply grow stronger they transcend the very concept of limitation. With infinite dimensions at their disposal, they can tap into limitless versions of themselves, drawing upon an unfathomable well of potential. Every universe, every multiverse, every hyperverse, Omniverse is but a pathway they can traverse, an energy source they can wield."
His voice dropped to a solemn whisper. "To put it simply, the wielder is no longer bound by the constraints of reality. Their strength is irrelevant, their speed irrelevant, their power beyond comprehension. They are not just masters of dimensions they are the architects of possibility itself."
He let the silence linger for a moment before adding, "And there is more. The crystal does not simply manipulate space it absorbs it. The wielder can draw energy from people, dimensions, and even the entire Omniverse, siphoning raw power from the very essence of existence. They can deconstruct energy at its source, repurpose it, and wield it in any form they desire. Every strike they unleash, every movement they make, is fueled by an endless wellspring of cosmic force. Their potential is infinite, for they are sustained by the limitless energy of the omniverse itself."
Dylan and Adamus listened intently, absorbing every detail of the professor's explanation.
Dylan expressed his gratitude to the professor, saying, "Thank you for the explanation. We've got to go." As they walked to their next classroom, a discussion unfolded between them.
"Do you comprehend the implications of this, my friend?" Dylan queried.
Adamus pondered for a moment before replying, "Yes, it seems I possess considerable strength, but I suspect there is a misconception. I cannot genuinely teleport or manipulate time; my apparent teleportation is merely the perception of my rapid movement."
Dylan countered with a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Ah, but you're missing the intricacy of it all," he exclaimed. "You are not simply running; you are, in fact, manipulating the space-time continuum. By distorting space in front of you, you are literally folding reality into itself, collapsing it upon each other, which propels you forward at incredible speeds."
He continued, his enthusiasm growing, "Imagine space-time as a sheet of paper. When you run, you're not just moving across the paper's surface. Instead, you're bending and warping the paper itself, creating shortcuts through the folds. These shortcuts allow you to cover vast distances in the blink of an eye."
"It's like folding a piece of paper and bringing two distant points closer together," Dylan elaborated. "Except, instead of paper, you're manipulating the very fabric of the Omniverse.
He continued with fervor, "Furthermore, your feats of strength are not merely a result of muscle power. When you lifted those weights at the park, you weren't lifting in the conventional sense. Instead, you were altering the density of the space around the weights, effectively reducing their mass."
Adamus scratched his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "That sounds really complicated," he admitted.
Suddenly, his phone rang, and Adamus answered. "Who is this?" he inquired.
"It's me, Deputy Stone. Where are you?" came the urgent voice from the other end.
"I'm at school right now," Adamus replied.
"I need you to meet me in Echo City. I've got a big job for you," Deputy Stone instructed urgently.
Adamus nodded, his determination clear even though Deputy Stone couldn't see him. "I'm on my way," he said resolutely. Then he asked, "How far away is that? Send me the location."
Deputy Stone quickly sent the location, and Adamus checked his phone. The distance read 5.36 × 10^9 miles over five billion miles away.
"Okay, I'll be there in an hour," Adamus replied confidently, his tone calm, almost casual.
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Narrator
The Grid. A single country, yet within it stretched hundreds of trillions of cities. Even its smallest cities were the size of regular planets around 40,075 km in circumference, vast enough to swallow Earth whole. But those were the small ones. The great cities were titans in comparison, some stretching up to 4,370,000 km across, spanning distances that dwarfed even the mightiest worlds in the cosmos.
The city Adamus now ran toward was one of those giants. Echo City a metropolis sprawling 4,370,000 km across, a superstructure so immense that even its horizon curved into the distance.
End of narration.
Before Adamus could take off, Dylan intervened. "You go deal with that. I'm gonna do more research," he said, determination in his voice. "I stole Professor Reed's book on the 'Om Mani Padme Hum.'"
Adamus chuckled, shaking his head. "We need to stop stealing, Dylan," he replied, though he couldn't help but smile at his friend's antics.
Just then, to Devon Myers approached them, his green skin standing out in the crowd. "Hey Adamus, can I talk to you real quick?" he asked.
Adamus hesitated, feeling the urgency of Deputy Stone's call. "Not really, I'm in a rush. I gotta go," he said, already starting to move.
to Devon persisted, "It'll be real quick. I just wanna thank you." He paused for a moment before continuing, "The giant alligator monster you fought was my brother. I visited him yesterday after he got arrested, he told me everything. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone your secret identity. But after the things you told him, he's actually thinking about leaving the gang."
Adamus stopped in his tracks, surprised by Devon words. He glanced at Dylan, who nodded encouragingly.
With tears welling up in his eyes, to Devon Myers approached Adamus. "For years, me and my mother and dad tried to convince him to follow the system, go to school, get better grades," he choked out, his voice trembling with emotion. "But the gang life took over him, mostly because people kept bullying him. He felt like he had no choice but to go towards that."
His voice cracked as he continued, "But you, your words changed him." Devon paused, his eyes filled with gratitude and hope. "Your words changed everything."
Adamus embraced to Devon, feeling the weight of his sorrow and the flicker of hope that Adamus had ignited within him. "It was no problem," Adamus reassured him, his own voice filled with empathy. "I'm always glad to help. I know how it feels to be pressured into joining a gang."
He held to Devon at arm's length, looking him in the eyes. "If you need any help, you can always contact me," Adamus offered sincerely. "But seriously, I gotta go."
With a final nod, Adamus left the school's doors,
As he left the school, Adamus stepped outside and reached into his book bag, pulling out his new superhero costume. With determination in his eyes, he slipped it on, feeling the familiar weight of responsibility settle across his shoulders. The black-and-white suit clung to him like a second skin, its design bold and sharp. At its center stretched a black thunderbolt, slashing diagonally across his chest like a declaration of power.
Around his eyes, a sleek black mask fit tightly, leaving his golden irises visible, glowing with resolve. His Afro stood proudly above the mask, unhidden, giving him a presence both striking and unshakably his own. Adamus lowered into his running stance, the air around him trembling in anticipation. He was ready.
"Okay, remember, you're not just running," he said aloud to himself, his voice carrying with conviction. "You're distorting and folding space in front of you. You've got this. 5.36 × 10^9 miles is nothing to me."
With a deep breath, Adamus broke into a run. His strides were not mere steps but ruptures in reality itself, each footfall bending the fabric of space as if the world struggled to keep up with him. Windows blurred past in streaks of light, buildings reflecting fragmented flashes of his form as he jetted forward.
Why are my eyes… glowing greener than usual? he thought, catching glimpses of his reflection in the glass. The glow was fierce, alive, burning brighter than ever. And why do I feel stronger? Faster?
The Dome Cities unfurled before him in a vast, sweeping panorama. Yet his pace devoured the distance, each movement a distortion that rewrote the streets beneath him. Space rippled where he passed, reality groaning under the pressure of his momentum.
Along the way, he didn't just run. He performed acts of heroism, small and large, as he sped through the city. He rescued a cat from a tree, helped an old lady with her groceries, stopped a robbery in progress, and even assisted people in moving furniture in their homes. Every action was a testament to his commitment to helping others, even in the midst of his own journey.
Eventually, after what felt like an a long time of running, Adamus arrived at the police station. He skidded to a halt in front of the building, his chest heaving with exertion but his spirit undeterred. As he stood there, catching his breath.
As Adamus walked into the police station, he was met with a sight straight out of a fantastical dream. The air crackled with energy, and the room buzzed with the presence of extraordinary beings.
A squad of police officers clad in sleek, futuristic exo-suits stood at rigid attention, their glowing visors humming with technological brilliance. Each suit pulsed faintly, alive with advanced weaponry and systems woven into the metal like veins of power.
In one corner, an officer held a delicate veil shimmering with otherworldly light. His grip faltered. The veil slipped.
The fabric struck the ground and shattered like glass.
Gasps filled the air as a storm of spirits burst free, flooding the station in a whirling dance of impossible forms.
They were not merely ghosts. They were non-physical beings shapes that bent and folded like mirages, higher-dimensional outlines glimpsed only in fragments. Some were thin, wispy, and translucent, drifting like smoke caught in a wind; others loomed solid and towering, their bodies pulsing with light as though stitched together from fragments of starlight. Many shifted endlessly, never holding one form, as if their very existence defied the laws of matter. Their voices rang out in desperate cries, echoes of pain and longing that reverberated through the walls. For a moment, the station itself seemed to tremble as the chorus of higher beings begged for release then vanished into thin air.
One officer lurched forward, his voice sharp with anger and urgency. "You idiot! We needed that. That was our proof!"
The officer who had dropped the veil bowed his head, shame flickering in his visor. "Sorry…"
The other snapped, already reaching for the controls on his helmet. "No time for sorry. Hurry up put on your goggles so you can see the spirits. We have to catch them now. They're our evidence!"
Scattered throughout the station were individuals clad in elaborate super-villain costumes, their sinister designs a stark contrast to the heroic figures around them. Some sat in handcuffs, their powers subdued but their eyes still gleaming with mischief and defiance. Among them stood giants towering against the ceiling, sharp-eyed elves with ancient pride, and horned demons exuding malice. And it was not only criminals from this country.beings from across distant worlds and even the hyperverses had been dragged here, their presence a reminder that this was no ordinary police station, but the crossroads of countless realms.
The atmosphere was charged with a sense of both wonder and danger, as if the very air itself hummed with the presence of magic and mystery. Adamus felt a surge of adrenaline as he realized the magnitude of the world he had just stepped into, a world where fantastical beings coexisted with the mundane.
As Adamus looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of the magical police station, one of the doors swung open, drawing his attention. Through the doorway stood Deputy Stone, his presence commanding and his expression serious. He waved at Adamus, beckoning him to come closer.
Adamus felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation as he approached Deputy Stone. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice filled with intrigue.
Deputy Stone motioned for Adamus to enter the room. "Come in here. We gotta talk," he said, his tone grave.
Adamus followed Deputy Stone into the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click. Inside, the room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced on the walls.
Deputy Stone's voice broke the silence. "That lizard guy, Derek Myers, finally cracked. After hours of seizures from that power-enhancing drug, he spilled the beans about his boss, the leader of the snake mafia."
Adamus listened intently, his senses alert. "If it weren't for you being so empathetic to him, he wouldn't have told us anything," Deputy Stone continued. "But now we have the coordinates to their lair. Are you ready to go?"
Adamus nodded. "Yes, I'm ready. How far is it?" he asked.
Deputy Stone's response was immediate. "You ain't running there. We're taking the jet. This mission needs to be low-key. The jet can even go invisible."
With a determined expression, Adamus followed Deputy Stone up a flight of stairs, leading to the rooftop. Waiting for them was Sheriff Fox, a seasoned officer known for her no-nonsense attitude.
Sheriff Fox nodded at them as they approached. "Time to get moving," he said gruffly, leading the way to the waiting jet. The night air was crisp as they boarded the aircraft,
As they flew towards their destination, Adamus struck up a conversation with Deputy Stone and Sheriff Kat. "Why did you both decide to become officers instead of superheroes?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
Deputy Stone lit a cigarette and took a long drag before responding. "Because I don't want to work for those blue-skinned alien bastards, overlords," he said gruffly. "The police station has its flaws, sure, but nothing compared to the superhero organization run by the king of the Galaktikós."
Sheriff Kat placed a comforting hand on Deputy Stone's shoulder. "Calm down, honey," she said soothingly, her voice gentle. "He always gets a little wound up when people talk about the superhero organization."
She glanced at Adamus and continued, her expression somber. "We chose this path because of them. We lost our daughter to the superheroes. But that's a long story," she added, her voice trailing off.
The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of their shared loss hanging in the air. Then Deputy Stone spoke up again, breaking the silence. "Anyway," he said, "to answer your question, Vajra. We're not strong enough to join the superhero organization."
He leaned back in his seat, explaining further. "To join the organization, you have to have at least a C-rank superpower. The ranking is only based on strength, speed, endurance, and ability," he continued. "It doesn't matter what kind of power you have. If you can't run at a certain speed, lift a certain weight, or withstand a certain level of explosions, you're considered F-rank or D."
Adamus nodded, intrigued. "So, what are your superpowers?" he asked.
Deputy Stone and Sheriff Fox shared a knowing glance before bursting into laughter. "I guess you'll just have to wait and find out," Sheriff Fox replied with a playful grin.
Deputy Stone leaned forward, pressing a button on his chair, and pointed to the TV screen in front of them. "Adamus, you have to watch this now. Listen very carefully," he said, his tone serious. "Where we're going and the things we're about to deal with are very spiritual."
As the screen flickered to life, Deputy Stone explained, "You see, there are two kinds of dangers we deal with: superpowers and the paranormal."
"We believe the snake mafia's leader is a female yokai. Her name is Nure-onna," he continued.
Adamus furrowed his brow in confusion. "What's a yokai?" he asked.
"It's a supernatural creature," Deputy Stone explained. "A spirit that can curse people and objects."
"Sounds creepy," Adamus remarked, his eyes widening with interest as he watched the footage unfold on the screen.
The images flickering on the screen portrayed a nightmarish tableau: lifeless bodies scattered across the city's dark alleyways, their forms contorted in gruesome poses. Some lay amidst the shadows, while others were ensnared within colossal, grotesque machines, tubes protruding from their motionless forms like tendrils draining their essence.
Among these haunting scenes were snapshots of Mathia members, their faces twisted, and a chilling image of a Galaktikós blue-skinned mayor. Sheriff Kat gestured to the screen, her voice heavy with dread.
"We believe one of the mayors in our district is colluding with the Mafia to drain the spirit energy from our citizens."
The next series of images was even more disturbing: grainy footage of people being snatched off the streets, dragged into the back of unmarked black cars. In some frames, masked figures bundled screaming civilians into vans, while others showed children clutching at their parents as both were forced away.
Sheriff Kat clicked again, revealing interviews with trembling survivors. Their voices cracked as they recounted being taken, held for weeks or months in forgotten warehouses, and returning home as shadows of themselves. "They weren't the same anymore," one woman whispered, eyes wide with terror. "It's like something inside them had been stolen."
Another man, his face pale and sunken, described entire neighborhoods whispering of vanishings. Families disappeared without warning, only to reappear later with hollow stares, speaking in flat, unrecognizable tones.
Kat's jaw tightened. "People have been missing for weeks sometimes months before reemerging. And when they do… they're not the same. They're acting completely different, like strangers wearing the faces of our neighbors."
The room fell into a chilling silence as the screen cycled through the damning evidence, each flicker a reminder of the monstrous conspiracy creeping through their city.
Deputy Stone's expression darkened, his voice dropping into a grave register. "That's what Lizard Mouth intended to do to that poor girl, Sofia," he said, his words sharp with disgust. "And to manipulate and brainwash them into voting for him again in the next election. We suspect that's how he's been winning every time."
He paused, eyes narrowing as he gestured toward the evidence on the screen. "And that's what we believe Mayor John John has been doing as well. From the information we've gathered, he's been working hand-in-hand with these Mafia members. Maybe they've struck some kind of deal, because the rituals and soul-stealing they've been carrying out all point to the same result control. Every single person we've interviewed, no matter how shaken, always mentions the same strange thing: they talk about how they're going to vote for him. As if the idea's been carved into their minds."
Stone leaned forward, his tone cutting like a blade. "We believe this is how he's been securing his victories. And not just him. We fear this is how all of the Galaktikós have been winning their elections."
Adamus watched in horror as the images unfolded before him, realizing the sinister depths of the forces they were up against.
Deputy Stone's voice echoed through the cabin of the jet, resonating with determination. "We've been working on this case for years now," he declared, his words laced with urgency. "We believe all the blue-skinned Galaktikós leaders are up to something similar to this, but we've never had proof until now. Are you ready to make some serious change?"
Adamus stood up from his chair, his expression determined. "Yes, let's do this."
Deputy Stone handed Adamus a wetsuit with an air container. As Adamus began to put it on, he glanced around in confusion. "Why are you handing me this? And why are you guys putting on swimsuits?"
Sheriff Fox chuckled as she adjusted her own wetsuit. "Look outside."