Marisa’s tries to make her way back to camp to dry.
As Marisa sits there, her mind starts to catch up/regress with her body.
Marisa’s looks down at the egg in the pond, unsure if she should give up on it.
That might be a tad to young. Where’s the Pond of the Old when you need it?
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