I see a black wolf standing over one body as another falls. Darkness again. Silence, then the mournful whine of medBots descending from Olympus. I hear a familiar voice. “Clear now. Come out of the water, fishies.” We paddle to shore and pant in the mud. Mild hypothermia has set in. It won’t kill us but my fingers are still slow as mud squishes between them. My body shakes like a drillBoy at work. “Goblin, you psychopath. Is that you?” I call.
