Where am I? Everything is clear... and now it’s not. I do a little twirl, but stop. What did I just do now? I zip around the place, but I slam my head once more on the walls of my confines. I cannot remember anything. Although I am quaint, a little reflection of myself reveals pretty orange scales, and marvelous—Oh, now I cannot remember what I had just said!
I go from the opposite to the opposite, or was it from left to right? The waves in my confines grow larger and more unforgiving, and… oh. What was going on? I think I am drifting. Or am I thirsty? Do I get thirsty? Two big blinking blue eyes stare at me, and then everything just starts shaking. I haven’t really experienced what my brethren called an earthquake, but certainly this does count as one, right?