She felt weightless, and as she looked down she could see no ground beneath her feet. Only the same strange murkiness that seemed to surround her. She became aware of some sort of light from above, and she turned her head slowly upwards to look. It was a shimmering, rippling light, slowly expanding above her. And in the middle of the light was a figure. A man, looking down at her. She reached up to him but he just stood there. The image became sharper, and she suddenly realised that she was under water. Panic gripped her, and she desperately tried to reach the shimmering surface, but no matter how hard she kicked or flailed her arms she grew no closer to it. If only the man would reach down into the water and pull her out. Surely he could see her struggling. Her wide eyes searched for his, but the water seemed too thick, too dark to penetrate. But then she saw them. Green-gold lights that pierced through the water and stared directly into hers. The eyes of Marcus Dean. She tried to call to him, but when she opened her mouth the murk invaded her.
