and very unconscious. I grabbed him by his t-shirt and swam out of the entrance, dragging him behind me. Once out, I spotted students swimming both ways— up and down.

Or down and up, I couldn’t tell.

Had the pod shifted while we sank? No way to know. I remembered an old trick I saw in a movie once. My lips parted slightly, and I let out a few bubbles. They floated out of my mouth, then down my chest, past my leg and towards… the surface. Down it is, then. I towed Benjamin along as I made my way to breathable air. Or so I hoped, anyway. My lungs ran on fumes, making do with whatever air they received before that wall of water hit me. I imagined it was the same or worse for Benjamin, who got knocked out the moment Ted let the door smack his head. The darkness beg...

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