In a matter of no time, we arrive at the tunnel extension--of what I earlier believe he'll brought me in--the dome. As soon as the tunnel was able to disperse the remaining liquid inside the isolation tank that separates us from the body of the sea, Florante finally opens the glass lid of the submarine jet. He climbs down and picked me up at the back. And just like earlier, he once again carried me into his arms. I had to quickly circle my arms on him to manage my balance. With this, Florante pressed me further against him, making me able to feel the warmth of his skin beneath the velvet navy shirt he is wearing. This tunnel where we encountered those cursed kataws brings me so much recollections to fear about. I suppose Florante sense it that's why he slightly tightened his hold on me,

