As he lays down the foundations of his silica palace, Michael lapses into conversation. "You know how to swim? Cause I think my pod would like you."

"I've never done it before. What's a pod?"

"My family. I think some people would call it a tribe."

"Oh. I can't breathe underwater."

"They could come near the beach."

"Well I don't know how to swim but maybe you could teach me."

Michael looks absolutely heartbroken at her plight.

"I never had to!"

"Did you live in a desert?"

"I lived in New York."

"Isn't there water in New York?"

"Not a lot to swim, and no one would take me, and I didn't really want to."

"You don't know what you're missing!" Michael stood up. "Wanna wade out a bit, just up to your waist?"

"Sure, why not," she shrugs.

Michael makes his way to the waterline. 

She follows!

Michael is glad, he thought he would have to drag her along. Anything to save this deprived child from a life of dryness!

She didn't feel that deprived but alright. Follow follow.

"So, how does it feel?" says Michael, one the water has reached around Sadde's midsection. 

"...like water?"

"Try putting your head under."

"I've been in a bathtub, you know."

"You are so boring! And how could a bath be like this?"

"I'm not boring! And it's cold and water and alright this moves but that's not the interesting part of the sea! I wanna swim."

"...Do you wanna go out a bit further?"