Glory looked around the rooms until she found an eyeglass care kit on one of the tables.

"It can't possibly be that easy..." she murmured as she looked in the little kit for the screwdriver. She grinned when she found it, and set to work trying to dismantle the padlock. She didn't know how much time she had before she was caught, so she worked as fast as she could. She didn't know how exactly she managed it, it was probably just luck, but the padlock popped open. Glancing around quickly, she took the lock off the door.

"Hold on to something, or get ready to ride it out," she warned. Then she opened the door and let the water rush out. She didn't care that the room was ruined, she had no sympathy for Archer.

It happened so quickly that there was no time to right herself. She was off, going along with the speed of the water, and being tugged around. She didn't move much, but she seemed oddly short of breath...

As soon as the water was more than ankle-deep, Glory jumped up onto a low table. She couldn't afford to lose her legs now.

"Are you alright?" she asked once the rush of water slowed down and stopped. "Come on, let's get outside, I'm betting we have about thirty seconds before someone comes in."

Honeydew had the wind knocked out of her. She couldn't move, and she stayed where she was, taking in slow, difficult breaths. She hadn't been out of water in a while and was having trouble breathing. She was quite still, and made no move to start moving. Her arms were shaking a bit as she tried to hold herself up.

As soon as she could get to her without having her legs vanish from under her, Glory went over to Honeydew.

"Do you trust me enough to get you outside?" she asked.

"I don't have much of a choice," Honeydew rasped out, hanging her head. "If he returns and sees this, I'll be dead anyway..." She coughed, violently. Air was not good for her...she would have to try and slowly get used to it.

"Well, he's old and slow, and I'm not," Glory muttered. Leaning down, she carefully picked Honeydew up. "I won't drop you, I swear," she said. "I've done this before, believe it or not."

Honeydew mumbled something that sounded similar to what Léan had said the first time she picked him up...something along the lines of 'drop me and I'll do something awful to you.' Léan got most of what he was from his father--that was evident. But he did get some things from his mother. Archie...well, Archie was more like Honeydew's brother than anything else.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before, too," Glory said as she got out of the house as quickly as she could without tripping over her own feet.

Honeydew clung to her. Her constant contact with humans had desensitized her to them. She didn't mind them. It was the particular person that was foul, not the species...not all humans were bad.

Glory somehow managed to make it outside without getting caught or tripping, which was probably just luck on her part. She glanced out over the water, and bit her lip a little when she didn't see the others. She set Honeydew down at the edge of the water.

Honeydew sat there for a long moment. She was displaying something that no merperson should ever display--a slight fear of returning to the ocean. She had been gone for very long. She smelled more human than she did her own species, due to all the contact. She curled her tail up around her body, making herself small.

For a moment, Glory wondered why she was just sitting there. Then it dawned on her, and she sat down next to her.

"Come on," she said. "It's better than going back inside, I know that much. If you don't take this chance now, Archer is probably going to figure out we've made it outside and try to catch us again." As she spoke, she kept glancing out over the water, looking for any familiar figures.

Honydew's irises flickered to Glory for a brief moment--there was a sad, fearful look in them--before they were fixed on the warm sand once more. She would need some more encouragement.

There was movement all the way to the right, away from the house and in the rocks. It was unclear whether it was Léan or Betelgeuse, but it was one of them, having hidden from Archer's sight.

"It's pretty much a given that I have a safe place back home," Glory said. "A bit crowded, at the moment, but it's safe." She grinned. "Hell, we have a pet great white as a guard dog, of sorts. You're welcome to stay there."

She perked up immediately when she saw the movement by the rocks. By this point, it was practically habit to react to that kind of motion in her peripheral vision, and her gaze snapped over to the rocks.

"I saw that," she called.

Honeydew, whose senses had been severely dulled without having to hunt, watch for predators, and fight for herself during imprisonment, hadn't seen the movement, and she looked around, confused.

Whoever was hiding in the rocks stayed put. Time was running out, and Archer had probably already noticed his pets were gone.

Glory twisted around quickly when she heard the doors opening behind them. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw Archer.

"Time's up," she said, already starting to undo the towel. She guessed they had maybe thirty seconds before they were caught again. "Now or never, and I'd highly suggest now."

Honeydew panicked, and tried several times to pull herself forward. She finally fell forward, after the fourth time, and into the water, where she dragged herself out into the water. She didn't know where she was going, and was terrified.

Glory had to pull herself into the water as well, after the first foot or so. Once she was in deep enough water to maneuver, she grabbed Honeydew's hand and pulled her further out, too deep for anyone to just wade in.

"Come on," she said. "he can't get us out here without finding a boat of some kind, and that'll take him a while." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her plastic bundle of posessions, weighed down on top by a rock. Quickly, she darted down to get it. She almost wanted to check her phone for messages, but she forced herself to wait on it.

Honeydew allowed herself to be led. She was on high alert--much too high, since she was frightened of just about everything now. Her tank hadn't been that large, after all. Such a wide-open space, after so long, was frightening to her. She gripped Glory's hand quite tightly.

Turning, Glory started to drift a bit closer to the rocks. She didn't let go of Honeydew's hand, though.

"I know you're over there," she called. "Trust me, you know I've seen that trick too many times."

There was shuffling and a nervous sniff from in the rocks. It was Léan, by the way the sniff sounded. He was far too nervous to come out. He had been a nervous wreck when he'd woken up, noticing that she was gone. Now he was just being a puss and wouldn't come out from the rocks.

The little sound was all Glory really needed to be able to tell who was in the rocks.

"I told you I would be alright," she said. "You can't get rid of me that easily, you should know that by now."

Léan's outline was just barely visible--he was hiding under one of the rocks, in a large cave that was visible to them. He was only visible when he moved. He wouldn't come out--he was nervous.

"Don't make me come and get you," Glory teased gently. "Because I will, and this time I don't have to worry about braining myself on the rocks." She was referring to when they'd first met, hoping to get him to relax a little bit. "Come on, at least talk to me."