"Don't worry about it, Anya. Everyone experiences failure," Twilight said gently.
Anya felt much better, though Twilight looked a little dejected.
A little boy passed by them. He had come to the hospital for rehabilitation.
His rehabilitation session that day involved swimming, and he hobbled past Richie and Anya on crutches.
Richie knew this was a crucial plot point-the moment when Anya earned a star through community service.
Sure enough, Richie did not have to wait long before the little boy disappeared into the pool.
Anya and Richie simultaneously heard a little boy's thoughts crying for help.
So cold...
My legs won't move...
It hurts. I can't breathe...
Anya's eyes instantly went as wide as saucers. "Father-" she said urgently.
Twilight looked puzzled. "Anya, didn't you just go to the bathroom?"
Anya imagined an entire dramatic exchange:
Anya: Father, someone's drowning in the pool.
Twilight: How do you know? Tell me-who are you?
Anya shook her head, desperately trying to think of an excuse, while Richie snickered beside her.
Anya's eyes lit up. "Father, Anya thinks she did a really bad job, so she doesn't want to earn a star through community service anymore. Anya wants to swim! She'll become a champion swimmer and earn a star that way-"
Even as she spoke, her little dumpling of a figure had already dashed off.
Twilight's jaw dropped. How had Anya changed her mind so quickly? "Hey, Anya! That's not a public swimming pool!"
Anya did not hear a word of Twilight's fatherly shouting. Seeing her go, Richie followed after her.
"Father, Richie's going to learn to swim too. Maybe he can earn a star as well."
Anya reached the pool, where everyone was still wondering who this child was.
Yet Anya began searching with the confidence of a social butterfly, listening