Her eyesight's bleary, at best, by this point, but she can still see the bubbles.  Endless, infinite, blankets - like a quilt - over her vision of bubbles, little ones, big ones.  And the murky blue.  The irritating, polluted, green-yellow murky streaks, and the even more annoying brown and black smudges threatening to overtake the rest of her ( Read more... )