Kenzi is sitting at a bench on the edge of the Thames nursing a hangover behind a pair of truly oversize sunglasses with a huge coffee. She's somewhere between passing out and complaining about behind alive when she spots the bottle floating down the river and thinks to herself: fucking litterbugs, when she sees a little someone inside the bottle pounding against the glass.

...That is what she's seeing. Right?

"I'm so not drunk enough for this," she complains, as if chastizing whatever hallucination she is seeing. Because tiny people in bottles floating down the Thames is not a thing.

Kenzi stands, coffee still in hand and walks closer to the edge while keeping up with the flow of the river itself.

Yep. That's definitely a tiny person in a bottle.

"Uh...," how exactly is she supposed to rescue her? Kenzi doesn't want to go swimming!