Summary: Google doc of the text so far. For years, Mick Aloha had been talking about writing a messiah story.nbsp; Aloha was better at talking about ideas than he was at actually following through on them, so his messiah story, solid as it was, remained in the back of his mind.nbsp; As he sat on the bottom of the river, unable to breathe as he had yet to develop the ability to breathe water, he wondered if this was his messiah story.nbsp; Was he going to die?nbsp; Was he going to come back to life?nbsp; Was he going to save the world? Aloha thought, for a moment, that it was true, that he should just give up, take in a big breath of water, and drown on the river bottom.nbsp; Coming back to life and saving the world was better than just swimming out of the river.nbsp; There was some logic in him, something he'd never before felt, that told him he had to move, he had to breathe air.nbsp; That sounded like Dowell-talk, but there was not time for Aloha to contemplate how much he hated his arch enemy.nbsp; There was only time for him to save the life of his favorite person.nbsp; Himself. Aloha tried again to free his hands, but they were tied too tightly.nbsp; He kicked with his feet and came to the surface, where he took in a gulp of air.nbsp; The air went down smooth.nbsp; He sank again to the bottom. Pain shot from the center of his belly to the right side.nbsp; He gritted his teeth against the pain.
