"Pierrot, slow down!" Major Tom yelled after the harlequin as it bounced down the hallways, "We don't know what's..."
Pierrot stumbled upon a garden courtyard. In the middle of the garden was a black pond, with a door sitting in the middle of a small island.
"...ahead?" Major Tom looked on in amazement. "Well, I guess we have no choice but to swim for it!"
Pierrot shook his head, bells jingling.
"That's right!" Major Tom tapped his space-helmet, "I forgot! Your special ability is to walk on water!"
Pierrot nodded his head, bells jingling again. The mime hoisted the astronaut on his back and carefully placed one foot on the water's surface. Once secure in his footing, Pierrot proceeded to carry Major Tom, heavily armored in his spacesuit, across the pond.
"You know, this is probably some old reflecting pool," Major Tom thought out loud, "Only a few inches deep."
Pierrot looked down at his feet. Just under the surface, something green and mossy loomed in the murky pond water. The shape came into focus, and blue-green eyes stared back at Pierrot...
Pierrot let out a silent scream and, in a state of horror, dropped Major Tom. Major sank beneath the water like a stone, the pond much, much deeper than the astronaut presumed. Pierrot dove into the pond, grabbed Major under the arms and kicked to the surface.
To the pair's shock and horror, the surface became as hard as glass. Major and Pierrot pounded with their fists, but could not break the invisible barrier. Major's suit came with a built-in oxygen tank, but Pierrot's painted face was turning blue. Major Tom popped off one of his 2 oxygen tubing lines and put it to Pierrot's face. Pierrot tried to breathe in, but was hyperventilating in the process. Major Tom felt himself sink further into the black abyss, as Pierrot pulled him up to the surface. Minutes passed like hours, until Major's oxygen supply was completely depleted. Pierrot sank into Major's arms, as Major sank to the mossy bottom. Under his feet, Major could barely make out the pale, lifeless face of Berlin, wrapped completely in mossy vines, up to his eyes. Major desperately pulled out his knife and tried to cut Berlin's body free. As the vines deteriorated under his hands, so apparently did Berlin. Pierrot, too, vanished.
And Major Tom, once again, felt himself suspended in utter blackness. Cold and dark, like space. His last sensation was something lifting his helmet as Major murmured, "...tell my wife I love her very much."
Don't understand me, just love me