They hear the water turn on and they swim up to the top of the bottle, away from the pump. If they’re lucky, they’ll escape it today but their escape means that others will be taken. The weaker molecules are captured. They’ve lost too many of their loved ones to even bother trying to escape. They mold together briefly before being mixed in with hair and bubbles.
They can barely see, there is too much steam and giant hands keep pushing them around. Their tiny screams cannot be heard as hot water strips them from the hair they cling to. They slide down the body, onto the floor and are propelled down the drain by streams of water.
They will never be a part of a whole again.
*I spend too much time thinking of crazy stuff in the shower.