In that moment, for no good reason, Cliff was thinking about density. Specifically about how, being made of mostly water, the wall of water currently lifting him up was essentially the same thing as thousands upon thousands of human hands. He imagined the wave under his body as a teeming pile of humanity, helpless to control itself, arms and legs being pressed and squeezed out of joint by the sheer mass of the pile. Cliff closed his eyes and got ready for the crush of water which would kill him quickly if he was lucky. "This wasn't how I expected it," he thought. The wave thought nothing.