Freddie Mercury and Rihanna are stuck in Flooded Subway Tunnel and forced to have a deep conversation.

"Darling, this damp is *terrible* for the throat, simply dreadful!" Freddie exclaimed, shivering dramatically.

Rihanna rolled her eyes, but a small smile played on her lips. "Man down, Freddie? I thought you were the champion, the queen?"

"A queen can still be a bit chilly, love," he retorted, then added, "Besides, even queens ponder the meaning of it all down here in the muck."

"Meaning? Please. We're stuck in a puddle. Meaning is gettin' out before the rats throw a rave," Rihanna said, adjusting her sodden hair.

Freddie chuckled. "But isn't that the point, darling? Finding the fabulous even when surrounded by the utterly mundane?"

"Fabulous is a yacht, not a tunnel full of sewage," Rihanna retorted, but her tone softened slightly.

"But consider, RiRi, even this darkness holds a certain...drama. A raw, unscripted performance, if you will," Freddie mused.

"Drama I got enough of, back above ground," she sighed, staring into the murky water. "Sometimes I just wanna be quiet."

"Quiet is overrated, my dear," Freddie said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Though I suppose even a queen needs a moment to simply...*be*."

Rihanna nodded slowly. "Yeah. Just...be."