The water laps at my mouth, foul tasting and frigid. “Now,” I say to my sister. “Get on my back now. I’m saving you, whether you like it or not.”
Something in my choked voice scares her, I guess, because she leaps right onto my back with a horrified yelp.
I blink back muddy water. A silver presence looms before me.
Still, I’m not entirely sure it’s him until I get a real big ol’ whiff of banana.
“Hey, Bob,” says Ivan.