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I swam straight up. Up through water as inky black as the water outside the ship. My head, my increasingly human head, poked out through the top. Around me was a gently rolling bubble of inkfilled water. I could see the ceiling above, and Tobias flapping hard for altitude. I could see the rounded, down-sloping edges of the flying bubble itself. But I could not see the Yeerks.
And if I couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see me.
I began to morph again.
Sharp, curved claws as long as paring knives sprouted from my fingertips. Thick, shaggy fur
raced across my growing body. Gleaming fangs erupted where my human teeth had been.
I dove down, as any good grizzly could, down through the black bubble. I swam straight down.
Down till my huge, shaggy head erupted from the bottom of the bubble. The bottom of the bubble was about ten feet off the grassy floor.
Suddenly, I dropped.