Aya did indeed not make it but then when drowned he awoke and suddenly there was a really strange fish thing with arms and carrying him while he drowned in and out of consciousness. His last thought was "Aya..."
And then he woke up wet on the floor of a Subway. A pink Subway. The Subway was pink and black rather than green and yellow, the lights were dim and the floor had several unusual things on it. Aya looked around.
The floor was wet, most likely due to him, and there was a caution sign propped up behind him. little pieces of metal such as screws and springs as well as teeth, mostly without roots, and little gold stars, the plastic sequin kind, all littered the wet floor around him; not in abundance but they were all there, all soaked in the dim pink buzzing light.
Creaking noises, no doubt due to being under water, rung through the area. Aya coughed up sea water on delay. He breathed in much needed air. "Aya," he spat. He pulled himself into a chair.
"Is there cocaine in the water?" A pale figure standing behind the sandwich counter polishing a glass like a bartender called from across the restaurant, their vibrant pink horns making them appear as if they belonged in this particular subway. "Cocaine?" asked Aya.
"For the drinks, sometimes it leaks."
"I wouldn't know"
They look at Aya for just a second, "Guess not."
Aya's stomach rumbles like the ground in California. Grrrr grumble grumble. "Aya..." he said, "Can I get a sammy?"
"Get in line"
"I never wait for my food," his eyes flash with determined sheen. He rolls into the employee's only zone, breaking the law of all restaurants.
"Gah!" The pink one gasped.
A third, sunglasses wearing figure entered the fray, just as pale as the other spreading their fishy arms with webbed fingers to block the space between Aya and the counter. Aya's tummy grambled louder.
