Regular immigration came by, most came from the Martian colony, since they thought a more modernized Earth was better suited for their livelihoods, there was, however, one sharp contrast to the usual immigration. Everything was closed or delayed. This was a dark time, indeed it was. Dr. Damion received so many supporters in the span of three months, that when he returned the rains (he created a weather ring to stop storm clouds from forming), they were more loyal to him as ever, no longer did he need to hide his lab now, everyone knew him, but as Sanders, not Doctor Ignatious Damion Keller. He led on, even going as far as signing his fan's papers and napkins. So then he took another step further, writing a book that became the top bestseller within two days: "Sparks of Redemption". Indeed he was in control, nothing was going to stop him from taking the Midlands. Nothing, except Kowalski however. He survived the raid on the Capitol, and he found out at last who carried out the slaughter on the Capitol. "No, w-w-we killed him!! It can't be him!!" said Kowalski worriedly. Alas however, it was sadly true, Dr. Damion was very, much alive. "Might as well tell the truth then...." said Kowalski in a frightened tone of voice. He then headed off to the French Quarter, to tell everyone what really happened, but in the end, no one ended up believing him. Not only that, but he was now a target for the new police officers, appointed by Dr. Damion as well. He then walked off, hoping Hannah or Lilly's houses were close by, so that he could stay the night, or maybe a few more, since the storm clouds were coming, for the first time in months, but that isn't always a good sign.
Five feet of water slowly began to flood the town of Brimwood, since it was at least three feet below the sea level, it was quick and prone to flooding, all doors and windows were sealed with water-proofing anyways, so that no drop of water enters the house. To some people, it was a magical time of the year, that you got to see fish swim through this seasonal lake bed, zipping by their windows. Luckily however, by now, Kowalski had stayed in Hannah's home, looks like he was going to stay there for a couple weeks. The flooding usually doesn't go down until after two or three weeks, where it would only be one inch deep, and everyone would collect the dying fish that didn't make it to the pond and have another major event. Fish Week. In that holiday, everyone would take the various fish collected from the drying streets and sell them to market goods. Private would usually take part in the event, and he is this year. Private walked down the street, hauling his large cart to the area that he used every year for Fish Week, a corner of Main Street where Hannah, Lilly, and Skipper would usually hang by, and set his cart in place. From there, he would bolt it to the ground, staple the sign in place, and put his collected fish in the built-in freezer, then put any left out fish for display, and then chopped up one of the fish he had, put the pieces on toothpicks, and lay them on a tray, a little folded card reading "Free Samples" to finish it all up. "The market will be more lovely at this year, all the extra fish will bring me up enough to buy more rooms for my Inn," said Private, whipping out a cash register and waiting for someone to stop by. He then saw Hannah, running to him in alert. "Private!! Private!! Emergency meeting!! At my house!! NOW!!!" yelled Hannah. "W-What for?" asked Private. "No time, we must go to my house, right now!!" yelled Hannah.
"And you really believe, that Sanders is Dr. Damion?" asked Lilly. Kowalski then leaned against the door. "Indeed, though it may sound impossible, but he's back, and he is now controlling us, we may not notice at first, but by the time we realize something is wrong, it will be too late," said Kowalski. "Then what do we do to stop this, imminent, threat?" asked Skipper. "Simple really, we could try to warn the others," said Private. "No, not a bit, I mean, we know now that no one is going to believe us, after all, he returned the rains for them," said Jett, sitting near Hannah. "Jett's right, if we want to stop him, we mustn't try to use verbal action, his subjects are too loyal to him to make them turn against him," said Lilly. "Then what do we do?" asked Private. Hannah then stood up and joined the conversation. "We must go to America," said Hannah. "Why so?" asked Skipper. "We gotta get Alvandier and Domingo back, they will find a way to reassemble the rebels," said Hannah. "Are you nuts?! They are so far away!! In an Auto Mechanics shop in San Antonio!!" yelled Lilly. "Good point, and we're only in a set of islands in the Atlantic," said Jett. "So? There's very little cars, but I know another way to get there," said Hannah. "The ol' boat?" asked Lilly. "Yeah, it can fit more than enough of us," said Hannah. "Oh yeah, and it has enough food supplies to keep us going for a year," said Private. "Not only that, but we can hide out in it as well, no one will suspect we're gone is we do," said Lilly. "Then come on!! Before they start banning immigration," said Skipper. Lilly the grabbed several suitcases, and everyone started getting to work, packing away at all the various supplies.
"It'll be a grueling journey, not like a thousand years ago where all you had to worry about was storms, rouge sharks, and hunger, no, you have to worry about the worst sea beasts out there," said Lilly. "What are the worst?" asked Private timidly. "Theoretically, the pollution mutated some of the animals here, now that the pollution is virtually gone, they have adapted, and become some of the foulest monsters in the world," said Kowalski. "The Strait of Karmas, is the place we need to avoid, but we have to go through it, because it'll shorten the trip to two weeks, and not a month," said Hannah. "What's at the Strait?" asked Skipper. "Two creatures, Grawlads, the giant tube worm, it sucks up nutrients from the water, swallowing it all down, then spews up the waste products, kinda like Charybdis from that old book, the Odyssey," said Hannah. "Whats the difference?" asked Lilly. "Grawlades, the name in plural form, don't go alone, they gather in groups, at one side of the coast," said Hannah. "So instead of one, we're bound to see several of those things?" asked Skipper. "Indeed, but I'd rather lose some parts of the ship to Tenthrus lizards than to lose the whole thing, and us, to a bunch of Grawlades," said Hannah. "Tenthrus Lizards?" asked Private. "Descendants of the Komodo Dragon, they are more evolved to snatch up large fish, or small boats, in their long, stretchy, necks, and eat them," said Hannah. "Do they travel in groups?" asked Private. "Fortunately, no, and they are horrible swimmers too, so we don't need to worry too much about them, just stay below deck, if there's one, then it will gladly snatch anything that isn't bolted down to the boat," said Hannah. "And we have a large boat, so it can't pick that up," said Lilly. They then rolled up a map. "Alright, let's go then," said Jett.