“I can’t even remember how long I’ve been here.”
The Diver couldn’t remember how long it had been since he’d seen Lucas. He couldn’t remember the number of days anymore, and that bothered him although he didn’t know why it bothered him.
“Where is your son now?” the nurse asked.
The Diver stepped back out of the room and looked up and down the hallway again, but it was still empty.
“I’ll tell someone on the other side. They’ll send help. You’re better off staying with the babies until then.”
“Why are you here if not to help?” the nurse asked, following him out into the hall.
“I’m a diver,” he said. “People hire me to look for things in The Drift.”
“What kind of things?”
“Things that can’t be replaced. Keepsakes they left behind in their apartments when they fled after the crash. Cre
