Zoe traced a twining symbol into the water. "This is going to hurt." The ooze began to envelope Micheal and simultaneously drag him toward the larger body of water in the bath. Strolling away from the tiled bath and following the perimeter of the room, Zoe allowed her hands to glide over the walls. Under her touch, the walls took on a sickly wound like quality seeping black sludge and crumbling at the edges.