Truth is, I just about was dead. I won't go into any further details, other than I HATE HOSPITALS!
A chunk of lake bottom mud (among other things, come on, the fish gotta go somewhere!) was shot out of the lake by a geyser(sp?) of water, and missed Joe by about a centimeter.
I hovered up out of the lake, and said "Don't call me water boy."
I had hit a growth spurt in the last day, and though it was still very small for a Kyogre, I was about as large as Espy now.