"They float,' the thing in the drain crooned in a clotted, chuckling voice. It held George’s arm in its thick and wormy grip, it pulled George toward that terrible darkness where the water rushed and roared and bellowed as it bore its cargo of storm debris toward the sea. . .
They float,' it growled, 'they float, Georgie, and when you’re down here with me, you’ll float, too–"