There's no light at the bottom on the ocean.

I'm swaying on the currents in silence, giving no resistance as I twist gently on the tide.

It's so cold here.

There's no up or down, no before or after, no here or there. Nothing outside of myself. Nothing to separate me from the endless black depths.

I'm stuck in an endless oceanic slumber, lulled by the gentle rocking motion of distant waves.

I could stay this way forever.

Something's nagging at the edges of my mind, pulling at my consciousness, demanding attention.

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Somewhere, there is more than this.

I haven't always been here. I know there was something before.

Something happened. Something so terrible that I've sealed it away, safe in the deepest recesses of my nightmares.

It's here with me now.

I made this darkness myself, so that I don't have to see what's right in front of me.

I reach out, and my hand brushes against cold metal. I trace my fingers over shards of broken glass, twisted steel.

The bus.

Mia and Evan and the others are still inside. I have to get them out.

I reach out, trying to take hold of something, so I can climb inside and find the others.

My hands fly through empty water.

I twist around in a panic, clawing blindly through the darkness, but the bus is gone.

There's a rush of water, a sudden pull downwards.

Something slow, slippery and colossal brushes against me. Something ancient. Older than time, darker than black, colder than ice.

I can't move. I can't swim.

I can only hang still and silent as I'm slowly wrapped up in the freezing, never-ending embrace.

It's crushing me, engulfing me, little by little.

I can't escape this on my own.

Someone help me. Please, save me.