There was no swamp thing. Only a grinning teenage merboy leaning on the bank. But whether one thinks that's better or worse is up to interpretation.

"You're a natural," he laughed, totally un-phased by the rock JW threatened to throw. Leaning back, Fly leisurely floated along the surface. "With a little practice you might learn how to stand in the shallows."

He said it all in good fun, of course. Maybe to dance a little more on Jay's nerves for taking so long to get here too. This definitely beat being stranded on the sidewalk or being sun baked.