Chapter 72: Stricken
“ How can a story never die? It is love we must hold onto.
Never easy, but we try ” —Celine Dion.
‘Calm down. What do you see?’
‘Shapes . . . . coming toward me.’ His words come out in pieces, sounding like a radio with a bad signal.
‘Go into the water. Silently. I’m heading up,’ I tell him calmly, hoping that he’ll mirror my demeanor.
I quickly elevate myself through the elevator tunnel, before finally entering the Airlock Chamber and undoing the seal, preparing as water quickly raises into the space. I swim toward the deep ocean in a matter of seconds.
I launch myself up through the water, just in time as Tom sends, ‘I’m in.’ Thankfully, it seems that he’s not that far from the water.
‘Did they see you?’ I ask.
‘Don’t think so— Umph!’
I begin to panic when
