James was so scared that his soul was almost out of his body. He saw the lake getting closer and closer, and he forcefully swung the Duster he held in his hand — silver threads spilled out but all fell down eventually. The Duster could only "follow the flow," but there was no "flow" that could save him at this very moment.
Frantically shaking the Duster in his hand, James finally managed to find a single strand of "flow" in his favor when he was about two inches away from the water. If he hooked onto this, he could be led away from danger. As for the corpse, he could only wait for the next opportunity, as long as he survived.
Just as James breathed a sigh of relief, he saw a faint golden whisker intercepting the silver thread. This time, the golden whisker didn't cut the silver thread directly but entangled with it and pushed it downward — James was silently swallowed by the lake water.