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There's a pond! Or a little bit of sea, anyway. It's weird.

Though perhaps not as weird as the big earth bunker. Claire met the girl who made the big earth bunker. There was sarcasm, and lots of suspicious question. Claire doesn't think she's liked much in that quarter.

But now she's nowhere near the big earth bunker nor the house with Sylar-who-will-be in it, and out by the pond, sitting near the edge as she re-reads her book on Evolution.

Mr Muggles is crouching at the edge of the pond, occasionally barking at it.

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There is SILENCE FROM THE MURKY DEEPS.

Then there is a small, wet, and very irritated Pomeranian flying through the air. Think Artoo-Detoo in the Dagobah swamp. wwooooooooooooOOOOOOOooooooosplot.

With suckermarks on his legs.

The kraken peeks above the water with big, sad eyes, and rubs its bitten tentacles together woefully.

Claire darts back and fails to catch Mr. Muggles. But she does gather the poor bedraggled dog up into her arms, only crying a little bit.

"Hey, boy, ssssh."

Mr. Muggles yelps and cries and shivers and generally laps up the attention.

Spots hauls himself out of the water with a handful of tentacles and sits on the edge, sniffling at her.

Can cephalopods have runny noses?

This one does.

Also, big sploshy tears.

HE WAS HUNGRY. NOBODY'S FED HIM YET and he tried dragging the seabed for drowned sailors the way Mummy taught him, but there weren't any and it was only a little seabed and he misses his mummy and his new daddies are gone away and the dog bit him and waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

Claire is still protectionating Mr.Muggles.

"Go on," she says, nudging at Spot with a foot - not kicking, just trying to get him back in the ocean. "Scat."

IF HE HAD A LOWER LIP IT WOULD BE WOBBLING, CLAIRE.

As it is, he's just wobbling all over. And crying.

"Maaama! Mamaaaa!"

Sokka was walking. But now he's running.

"CLAIRE!"

Don't worry, Claire! He will protect you from the kraken!

... that's about the size of a shoebox.

WITH HIS SWORD.

"Get!"

Claire pushes the kraken again. GET INTO THE POND, YOU SQUIDLY THING. Mr. Muggles yaps, in agreement.

On hearing her name called, though, she looks over.

"Hey, Sokka," she says, first with frustration and then, "...I don't think you need to attack it with a sword."

SIZE OF A SHOEBOX.

Sokka is giving the kraken a narrow-eyed stare, at least until it disappears into the pond.

"One of those things broke Nooyawk," he informs Claire, still with sword between girl and pond. "...a bigger one."

"A squid ate New York?"

Claire would be able to be fully disbelieving if she didn't have a wet armful of squid-broke dog.

Also if she hadn't fallen through from another world and if Sokka's friend couldn't hit things with rocks bigger than she is.

"He beat up Mr. Muggles, but I think the town is safe."

Sokka nods.

He does not trust the tiny tentacly thing. Backing away from the water!

"It was bigger than the big houses. Jack called it a kraken. I'm pretty sure that's a baby one."

Claire is being backed away from the water by a guy with a sword, talking in all sincerity about how a bigger version of that little squid thing destroyed the whole of New York city.

Her life is so much weirder than that time New York almost blew up.

"I don't think the pond has any really big ones," she says helpfully. "You want to come help give the dog a bath?"

Sokka still thinks Mr Muggles looks like food.

"...sure." Sword goes back in sheath, since Spots doesn't look like coming out after them.

Hey, Claire looks like there was crying recently.

"...he looks like he really needs a bath," Sokka says, with his usual tact. "Can I have your underwear, Claire?"

Mr Muggles isn't the only one that looks like that, now Claire's all covered in salt water and wet dog.

Wet dog she almost drops.

There's no way Sokka just said what she thought he did, right?

"What?"

";alksjdf;laskjf;" Sokka says, only with his arms and legs instead of his mouth.

"It's for a good reason! There's this naked woman! And she won't put clothes on and I don't know what to do and ------- help."

Sokka's normally smooth dark skin is a lovely shade of scarlet.

"So you want to give her my underwear?"

Claire stares, then shrugs. "Lucky for you I stocked up on spares from the town, isn't it?"

Sokka flails a little more.

"Not necessarily yours! Not anyone's! I just want her to wear something and I didn't know who to ask and she said I had to and ---"

Flails a lot more, really.

"Sokka."

Because saying someone's name always calms them down.

"If she needs clothes,she can have some of mine!"

"She won't! She wouldn't wear anything but --" Sokka's flails don't seem to diminish. "-- and we don't have any -- and Katara's not here or I'd ask her to help --"

"And you asked me!" Claire points out. "You can have some. Just stop doing that. You're scaring Mr. Muggles."

Sokka's hands go straight by his sides. SUPER STIFF.

"Sorry, Mr Muggles."

Breath.

"...can you give them to her? She's ... naked!"

"OK," Claire says, trying not to laugh at the sudden stiffness.

"But if I get called a freak for giving random naked chicks my underwear, I'm blaming you."

"You can blame me all you like," Sokka tells her, giving an enormous sigh of relief and deflating like a torn hot-air-balloon with it. "Claire, you're wonderful. You're amazing. You're the most wonderful person here."

SHE SAVED HIM FROM THE NAKED WOMAN.

Claire smiles down at Mr. Muggles, because it's always strange when cute clever guys with swords say that.

"Well, I don't know how long I'll be staying here," she says, bracing herself for a reaction she isn't sure to expect.

"Oh." He glances at her, frowning a little.

"Really? Where are you going?"

"Just away," Claire admits.

"That guy - there's another one who looks just like him here. I don't know that I can stand it."