Darkness was closing in on his vision as he fought, kicking towards what seemed like it could be the surface, when suddenly something was gripping him. Pulling him, and the last gulp of air he had left his lips in an inarticulate noise of rage. No, he'd been so close!

And as his vision started to darken entirely, he felt something against his mouth. Soft, warm, and suddenly air rushed into his lungs. A handful of bubbles escaped to either side as his eyes widened, suddenly very aware of that presence in front of him.

Was it the same man he'd seen on the rocks? How could that be?