[Omori is a little surprised to see Adam; more so surprised that he doesn't appear to be the sort of Adam that Sunny would dream up. A dream is a dream, though. Omori is himself, and Sunny isn't here.
[They're standing near a small wooden dock leading to a wide expanse of water, its surface crowded with dense fog. Omori stands at the edge of the dock, knife in hand. There isn't anyone else around. Omori hates to be alone.]
Do you know how to swim?
[It's odd. There appears to be Ş̷̨̨͕̥̠̙̥̟͙̱̙̫̂̋̑̅͂̈́͆̈́ǫ̶̢̺̲̱͔̝̙͖̳̥̭̬̘̹̈́̓́͛̐̀͜m̴̨̜͍̻̬̼̦̻͋̕ë̶̤̟̪́́̇̒͆͘t̷̼̪͇̩̬̪̠̺̑͛̎̚̚͠ͅͅh̴̪̫̿̽́̈́̈́́̄̃̍í̸͚͈̭̫̪͝ñ̷̡̻̙̗͙̐̒̂̆̈́͜ͅĝ̴̨̨̛̛̛̟̙͊̄͑̍͑͒̓͊͝͝ someone behind him - but only for a split second.]
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[They're standing near a small wooden dock leading to a wide expanse of water, its surface crowded with dense fog. Omori stands at the edge of the dock, knife in hand. There isn't anyone else around. Omori hates to be alone.]
Do you know how to swim?
[It's odd. There appears to be Ş̷̨̨͕̥̠̙̥̟͙̱̙̫̂̋̑̅͂̈́͆̈́ǫ̶̢̺̲̱͔̝̙͖̳̥̭̬̘̹̈́̓́͛̐̀͜m̴̨̜͍̻̬̼̦̻͋̕ë̶̤̟̪́́̇̒͆͘t̷̼̪͇̩̬̪̠̺̑͛̎̚̚͠ͅͅh̴̪̫̿̽́̈́̈́́̄̃̍í̸͚͈̭̫̪͝ñ̷̡̻̙̗͙̐̒̂̆̈́͜ͅĝ̴̨̨̛̛̛̟̙͊̄͑̍͑͒̓͊͝͝ someone behind him - but only for a split second.]