"I'm not panicking," she replied. Her body tensing even though she knows he's pulling her towards safety. She can still feel the pull to shift, to change, to make it easier on herself. And oh god, she wants out. "I'm panicking."

Breathing in quick, short pants she could barely hear him over the roaring in her ears but she did- hear him- hear the music trying to soothe her. Oh god, she was getting rescued by a siren and she was the world's derpiest siren ever.

"Abigail, Abigail Flynn. No one is going to ever let me live this down."