Plot Prose III "You've got to jump, Em." Her head snapped to look at him, and he could see the pure panic in her eyes. "I can't swim!" she exclaimed. "I'll drown!" His hand grabbed hers and he could feel it shaking beneath his touch. "You will be safer in there than you will be if you stay here," he explained. "I'll be with you, I won't let you drown." He heard Moreau's gunshot that signalled the lighting of the fuse, and he knew they didn't have much time before the surface beneath them was blown into bits. Yet Emily's eyes were still searching the murky depths that awaited her, trying to find an end to the supposed abyss. "It's got to be now," Wi
plot prose II "You wanted to see me?" Emily slid quietly around the door, shutting it with a soft click behind her. Will was not where she usually found him in the chair by the fire, but instead was standing in front of the hearth, arms crossed and head bent to stare into the flames. He didn't look up, and didn't speak right away, choosing to wait until she was close enough to hear him mutter "You're a fool for doing this, you know." She stood beside him and assumed a similar position, chin tucked into her chest, admiring the warm flash of colour the fire was reflecting on her satin slippers. "You'll be unfit to marry again, you know. For this to w