A now soaking wet and utterly female Ranma felt for the bump on 
his head and winced.  "Uncute, violent tomboy," he cursed under his 
breath.  Hitting him was one thing, but she didn't have to shove him 
into the canal.  Not only that, but she had gone on ahead and left him 
there.  Now he was gonna be *really* late.

	"Is someone down there?" called an unfamiliar voice.

	Ranma looked up.  There was a girl leaning on the fence, looking 
down at him with a mixture of sympathy and amusement.  "That looks like 
it hurts," she said.  "Here, let me help you out there."

	She stretched out a hand and helped Ranma haul himself out.  
"Uh, thanks," he said sullenly.

	The girl was about his age, attractive (if pressed, he might 
have even admitted 'cute'), with a pale complexion, black clothes, and a 
shock of black hair that hung down around her shoulders.  Around her 
neck hung a silver ankh pendant.

	She smiled warmly at him.  "Hi.  My name's Didi."

			Andrael presents:
		DEATH: THE HIGH COST OF WETTING
		(or something like that... yeesh.)