The trick Ahta thought of worked...very well. We land on the outskirts of the fog. Laurels is shrieking about her broken nail and Ahta and Anya look at each other and roll their eyes. Just then, the deep fog lifts and what awaits their eyes makes Anya shriek as loudly as Laurels.

"What are we going to do?" she asked eyeing the huge monster before them.

"We have to think of something to distract it." Ahtaswitha replies.

"Like what?" asks Anya thinking that nothing could distract this thing for long.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me? I got us over the waterfall. It's your turn to think of something." Ahta replies.

"I have an idea." the Roman woman says.

Anya rolls her eyes. "Like what? Give her a pedicure?"

Laurels sticks her tongue out at Anya. "No, I'll make her sneeze. You two row as fast as you can."

"How are you going to make her sneeze?" Anya asks, she is skeptical of this plan.

"You just leave that to me." Laurels says importantly as she stands in the boat and pulls out a vial of perfume. The smell of it fairly knocks Anya off her seat.

"That should work." Anya says as her eyes tear up.