With a foreboding kathunk the small, intimate, rose-colored little craft dropped into the slow-flowing river of love and the curving walls closed around them. Jack found the seating to be uncomfortably...close. He tried scrunching himself into the corner of the boat but that was rather difficult considering the bar that insisted on trying to close itself over their knees.

"Not barking. Highly rational." Highly rational and sleep-and-food-deprived. And desperate. His many rings clinked against the metal of the safety bar as he wrapped cold fingers around it and determinedly stared at the tunnel ahead. "Now. How do we make this thing go faster? We need it to go fast and catch up with her after all the time you wasted waffling."