Chapter TenFrom somewhere came bursts of new energy. Who ever found her camera would learn the truth. She wished she had her strobe. Who knew how photographs in the dark depths might turn out? Still, she had to try to capture what she could.
She swam to Glen to tell him what she was about to do.
“Save your energy,” he said. He looked about to swim away, and then turned to her again. “We aren't doing each other any good staying together. You do what you have to do.”
Glen moved away from her as if he thought she was the harbinger of doom. Well, she had a job to do. Conserving energy to prolong death seemed ludicrous and was not the most meaningful way to spend the end of her life.
Without hesitation, she took the deepest breath possible and dove. She watched the net move back and forth,
