The sterile, antiseptic scent of the hospital room was a stark, welcome anchor after the salt and chaos of the harbor. Linsy’s consciousness swam upward through layers of dark, cold fear. In her dreams, she was back in the water, the weight of her sodden clothes dragging her down into an infinite, lightless void. A huge, shadowy shape,not a rock, but something more malignant, more purposeful, held her under. She opened her mouth to scream, and the black water flooded in.

“I don’t want to ...