"What are you..." Talking about, he would have finished, only the naked blue woman suddenly stretching across the ceiling stopped his words in their tracks, and he just stared. Stared at the woman, and ignored the water around them. Until Emma spoke, and he looked back down at her to find her eyes white. Right. "Come on," he told her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her along, through the water and towards the nearest door, away from the uncontrollable fire that sang such a sweet song in his lungs.