Wet. Dark. Cold.

So cold.

No one here.  All alone.  No one else at all.

Where are they?  Beth’s toys are gone.  And George’s bag.  The safe is open.

So he knows.  Or thinks he knows.

No lights.  No warmth.  No phone.  No love.

I could jump back in the lake and let myself sink to the bottom.

Or I could sleep and then decide what to do next.