The Umbrella For Rain Always!

It was the umbrella that really threw me.

I mean, you’d think it would be the fact that right outside the porthole was a young girl, standing on the choppy surface of the sea as if it was solid ground, with a bright pink umbrella to keep the rain off her. I could even see the cute cartoon rabbit on one panel.

I glanced at the bottle in my hand, and then when I looked back up she was right there, looking at me.

I tried to speak, but nothing came. She giggled, then… phased through the window.

And me.