Oh god, please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. I grab hold of Asha’s hand and pull. Her body freely drifts toward me. I turn to swim up to the surface and pull her up with me when suddenly, she holds fast. I whip my head around and see another face below in the darkness by Asha’s feet. I find myself staring into eyes that look like white marbles pushed into a crumpled Halloween mask. The mouth is curled in a snarl. When I open my mouth to scream, big bubbles escape and I can’t see. Panic and confusion trigger a flight or fight response.
