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I quickly swam into the room.  The plants were shriveled up, lying on the sand floor.  The piece of driftwood that was used as a table had been flipped over and the stones, used as seats, were lying everywhere around the room.  Suddenly I heard something whisper “The Elees, was here and took Rusty away.”  I spun around searching the room, looking for what was whispering to me.  I saw nothing.  “Down here,” the voice whispered again.  I looked down but all I saw was the shriveled up plants that had fallen off the wood.  Suddenly one of the plants started moving.  

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