It dripped through her fingers, forming a pool around her. She held a hand in front of her face watching as her skin faded to the same cyan-green color as sanitized octolings.

"No. . . Please no. . ."

Then she woke up.

"Are you okay?" Eight asked. "You've been restless this whole time."

"I'm fine," Keiko said. "Just a nightmare."

"Just a nightmare?" Eight asked. "Really?"

"Yes," Keiko said. "Just a nightmare. What time is it?"

"Two pm," Eight said. "You've been asleep for almost a full day."

"WHAT!?" Keiko said. "I've been asleep for. . ."

"Yep," Eight said.

"How did that happen?" Keiko asked.

"Well, remember when we were in Octo Canyon?" Eight asked.

"Uh-huh. . ." Keiko said. "What happened then? I don't remember."

"Well, you were staring at the sanitized ink," Eight said. "And then you, like, touched it, and fell unconscious."

"What!?" Keiko said.

"You managed to wake up," Eight said, "And then you helped us get rid of the sanitized ink in there."

"Oh. . ." Keiko said. She vaguely remembered being unconscious. "Did I say anything weird while I was unconscious?"

"Kinda. . ." Eight said. "You, um. . . you said that you, um. . . liked me."

"I did?" Keiko asked, shocked at what she had said.

"Do you, though?" Eight said, blushing profusely.

Keiko also blushed and buried her face in her hands. "Yeah," She said.

"Well, that works out nicely," Eight said, causing Keiko to look up. Their eyes met. "Because I like you too."

The two of them stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"Can I kiss you?" Keiko asked suddenly.

"Yeah," Eight said.

And then they kissed.