Russel heaved a heavy sigh, causing about a hundred foot ripple in the water around him, and causing the girl perched above him to cling to him to stay on his gargantuan stomach. And gargantuan wasn't a hyperbole in the slightest. Ever since he'd set off to Plastic Beach in anger, in sadness, too, he'd thrown all caution to the wind. This meant that he went for a swim in some radioactive water, ate some radioactive fish, and grew to the size of a large tank.

At least he wasn't alone in his exclusion from the band's sort of "reunion". Noodle was the girl with him, though you wouldn't have been able to tell just by looking at her. She'd left Gorillaz at 13, and now as a 17-year-old she was so much different. For one, she was a great deal paler. From beneath her omnipresent mask, only a sad frown could be seen, a stark contrast to her usual happiness before. And she didn't appear to be fazed at all by the litany of excess and violence around her; she was quite calm through it all, in fact.

He wondered, what could she have seen out there?

But he didn't think he'd want to know.

As for Noodle, behind that mask, a vengeance burned in her eyes. Ever since Murdoc had claimed she was dead, she'd been hunted down. Plane after plane, ship after ship, soldiers and hitmen and cops, all of them came after her. And she didn't know why. She'd cut ties with the band, but... could they be sending the planes after her? She had the Japanese government to worry about, too. What was going on at Plastic Beach now, from what she'd heard in tabloid rumors and hushed whispers, was hardly ethical... so then it was possible that they just wanted every band member dead. So many theories branched off those three, and they all filled her head at such a great speed and intensity that she couldn't take it anymore. Noodle flopped down on the drummer's stomach, falling asleep and ignoring all her problems, for now.

Russel tilted his head back slightly, seeing no land around them, only water and more water. Fish swam beneath him, weaving in and out of his shirt, trying to nibble at his pants.

He had no clue how long this journey would last.