Terrible's life got complicated. Really complicated. Terrible lost a lot, and then lost more, and then it lost itself. So it held its breath, and drifted down to the deepest depth it could imagine. And as the sun faded away, and the pressure built up on its ears, Terrible found a cozy spot at the bottom of the sea where it could hide away from the world.
Terrible had a lot to say, but no voice, no focus, and no desire to leave its newfound home. Terrible was a mess (Terrible still is) and so it built something to speak for itself—a friend. Terrible created it in its own image, and it was in every way, shape, and form, undeniably Terrible. And with this newly built companion, it sat around at the bottom of the sea for days, and weeks, and months, singing songs, until it remembered its loved ones that still waited above the surface.
And so one day, reluctantly, Terrible said farewell to the deep end, where the worst times of its life were also the best, and slowly floated upwards. Its new companion could not follow—it was only built to live at the bottom of the sea. But Terrible had no choice, it had to leave, and it had to say its last goodbye, and rejoin the life it once lived above the surface.
It had no idea how very different the air would taste.