Fred had yet to go back inside, believing that remains outdoors was the most prudent course of action at the moment. That was when his enhanced hearing picked up what sounded like..splashing? He turned to look in the direction of the sound, his eyes making out a winged-form struggling to stay afloat. While Fred was no altruist..even he wasn't going to let a child drown. He ran toward the pond, picking up speed quickly as his long legs covered ground quickly. He slid forward to the edge, plunging an arm in, his hand reaching for the struggling form.