[Nona immediately throws herself back into the ocean once she stops being a squid. Not in a dramatic "I give up" sort of way that Beautiful Ruby might have done when trying to learn maths, but in the way a tired person might fling themselves into bed.

She likes the water. All water. She likes this water too. She even like having little tentacles and swimming about like the jellyfish back home. Swimming wasn't even swimming. It was breathing.

Now she exhales a breath into the sky, feeling her lungs deflate in her chest. The stars are nice here. Most people probably would have been happy about the blue light being gone but Nona missed, a dull ache for something familiar.

For a long few minutes she floats there, thinking about Cam and Pal and Pyrrha. Did they know she'd gotten so lost she'd gone squid? Would they be angry or think it was a bit funny. Pyrrha would probably find it funny.

Then suddenly she sits up abruptly, no longer floating but collapsed onto the ocean floor on her backside in horrific realization.]

Oh! I'm going to miss school tomorrow!

[Nona finally has gotten her clothes on (she did it by herself in one try, thankyouverymuch) and taken in the curious sights. No gas masks, or gloves, no ducked faces trying to avoid eye contact with each other. No sounds of shots.

Instead it's all just a gentle hum around her. It's comforting. She likes it. Her eyes are drawn to the various booths and the things they sell. Perhaps she can find something to ask for for her birthday...

No.

She has to go home right now! It's very very important. Except... Nona has no idea how to get home. The teacher at the school sometimes says "Ask a friend if you can't solve the problem on your own" to prevent everyone from just asking her the answer to a question.

So Nona approaches someone, not a friend, yet anyway, to ask her question.]

Hello, excuse me? Do you know how I get home? I can't tell you where I live but I know it's not around here.

[Nona doesn't know what a lighthouse is. But she stares at this tower and knows it is wrong. There's supposed to be something more. Something to bring people back instead of losing them in the darkness. In this place, darkness isn't a cover. It isn't careful.

She takes off her shoes in a flourish and jumps onto the sand. Getting a boat was never something that crossed her mind. And she wouldn't have taken one if offered.]

We swim for it. To bring the light back.

[Said so easily it was basically confidently.]