The Pool, Wednesday Morning

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Today was the first day Ender had felt remotely like himself enough to leave his room. He'd spent a good portion of the previous two days sleeping, and his muscles were starting to experience phantom aches from disuse and very real aches from being stuck in bed for too long.

Of course, that meant that when he finally did go to get exercise, there had to be sharks.

Ender observed the scene for a few moments, nonplussed.

Then he realized he could only see the fins, and they didn't seem to be going under. He sighed, padded towards the water, and waited until the fins were on the other side of the water before poking it with his toe. It'd help if he knew what he was dealing with.

...and then there was nothing.

"Well," he muttered, "That's convenient."

A moment later, he was sliding into the pool, and there was no sign of sharks at all. Fandom. Really.

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