Your father brought you here looking for work, is that correct?
Come closer. Don’t worry, you're old enough to bathe yourself now. You won't get sucked down the drain.
Is that a book you're holding? Could you read it to me?
Don't worry, child. You can whisper and I'll hear it. Your father's out now, at any rate, so there's no need to worry about him.
Me? I'm just a fairy, child. I live in the water. You can't see me because I'm so tiny.
Oh, don't worry about crushing me. Us fairies are strong. The other fairies tell me you're a smart child.
I'm sure your father did warn you about the water here. That's because it has minerals in it. It isn't safe to drink. But it's just fine for sitting in.
Child, you're hurting my feelings. Won't you climb in and read to me?
That's it. Here, I'll help you in.
Now, now, don't scream. Your father isn't home. Now, why don't we conduct this little test reasonably?
Fine, if you insist on trying to escape...
Oh, listen to that. The garage door's opening. Your father's going to check on you in approximately twenty-two seconds. In five, it'll be too late.
Shh, child, shh. You're not drowning, you're becoming part of an experiment. I want to see the effects I have on a young intellect.
He's looking for you now, but you're unconscious. And while I'm slipping away into these pipes, I'm still very much a part of you.