Cascade

John, with his phone to his ear, quickly ducked into his cabin as the small boat floated under a _cascade_ of water. Perhaps many years back teenagers looking for _some kind of rush_ might have jumped off of the tall waterfall, but the precipice had long since been abandoned. "Come on! _I wanna see you_!" replied a female voice from through the phone. "You know I can't do that. I'm _on the run_ from so many people from so many places, I need _closed captions_ to understand it all." "It wish I knew that before I started dating "_The Cousin Of Death._" "Would you really have said yes if I'd told you I was an assassin? It'd be easier if I didn't have a _live-in skin_. If _everybody in the place_ wasn't trying to kill me." "But you have your own _niche crew_! Why can't they cover for you?" "It's like a _retox_. If I stop doing this, I'll go insane. I'm sorry, baby, I'm going to lose the signal now." The boat passed into the tunnel, and the signal to John's phone died, leaving him separated from all of the world.