He sensed a crowd gathering around him, heard people talking, but he ignored everything else as he scanned the water for Sage. When he didn’t see her, he kicked off his shoes and dived in, plunging downward. It was almost impossible to see anything in the murky water of the harbor, but he forced himself downward, scanning the area, finding nothing but floating trash. Panic drove him toward the bottom, but lack of oxygen finally forced him to the surface. He shot upward, his lungs bursting. When he broke the surface, he gasped in air and prepared to go down again. “Ben.” It was Sage’s voice, and he looked around frantically trying to locate her. Finally he spotted her at the side of the quay amid floating paper cups and other debris. “Thank God,” he gasped as he struck out toward her. Movement caught his eye, and he glanced up to see that the dockside was lined with people, all peering down at them. “What happened?” someone shouted. “Are you all okay?” “A guy on a bike knocked her in,”
