His voice cracked through the air as a sob of panic wrenched through her chest. But he was there, which mean he would be able to help. She could only wordlessly nod as she pumped her arms to propel her self upwards to take his hand. She wanted to tell him she trusted him still, but she couldn't get the words out. Her arms screamed at her, her legs were tired, and she had swallowed a enough of the lake water to make her feel sick to her stomach.

Panic took over again as she felt her hand slipping, saw Dory's horror-struck expression as he lost grip of her. She could only hold her breath as the water claimed her once more. And then, she was free.

Kicking her legs one last time, Mabel broke through the surface and seized the broom handle. The last of her strength was spent hoisting herself up onto the broom once more. He had freed her. Hoisting herself onto the broom caused the handle to bury itself uncomfortably in her stomach, and she coughed up lake water, gasping for air once more as she tried to situate herself.

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