Irene and Wendy have never spoken to each other but they had just been shipped... on an online poll.   The next thing was the bold text across SM's website announcing, ‘WENRENE IS SUPERIOR!’ over their pink-schemed homepage.  

They meet as strangers. While one's a drowning mess. It's ironic actually because both of them are afraid of the water.

Irene sighs, her feet are grounded. Her weight grasped, held in a tight fist by the rock that floats. The core pulls her. Slams her down. Restlessly she continues, for a prevailing saving grace... She waits. She hopes. Lifts her head up and stares at a distance beyond the clouds.