Being stuck in what amounted to a tin can at the bottom of the ocean was not doing wonders for my stress level. Occasionally, I would hear creaks and groans coming from the walls around us, and there were even a few bangs as if something was hitting the outside.
"I don't suppose you know what that is?" I asked one of the men as they continued to lead us deeper and deeper into the belly of the beast.
"No," shrugged the man as if it wasn't that big of a deal. "Well, the creaks are from pressure on the hulls. That is normal, but the thudding? The best we can think of is that it is something outside trying to come in."
Was there any way to get Psycho back? I really could use her right about now.
'You do know we are all a part of you, right?' asked Violence inside of my head. 'So it's not like Psycho has really gone that far.'
