We made for Crankshaft’s lab at the city’s outskirts, as I knew of no other place to go. To my surprise, Madame Fog was waiting there for us.
“We have to warn the city,” I gasped out, as soon as I had gotten out of the submarine.
A scream sounded, along with several other cries of alarm in the distance. “Too late,” my mistress said, grimly.
Another shriek came, much closer. I turned to see Minnow staring in horror at the end of the line. Crankshaft wasn’t there. The line ended clipped to a torn and bloody piece of material--what had once been part of the diving suit.
“We have to go,” Madame Fog said. “Now.”
I dared not disagree.
Minnow fought me as I picked her up and forced her back into the submarine. I would not leave her behind to this. With any luck, we could make contact with other evacuating sharkponies and try to get her back to her family. For now, all we could do was flee.
Behind us, the city burned.
[ENDING F]