Skipping rocks. That's what she was doing.

Derry hated the lake. She absolutely hated lakes, ponds, canals, rivers... any body of water really - not the sea though, weirdly - but that wasn't the point. This was a phobia that had reduced her to panic attacks in the past... but right now she was stood just a foot away from the edge of the lake and skipping rocks across the surface.

She had other things taking up space in her mind right now. The lake was just... there. And so long as it didn't come any closer she was fine with that.