The fog is thick. Oppressive. The air is cold. Menacing. I stand at the edge of the water. She calls to me from the far shore. I can’t see her. I can’t see anything. But I hear her. I wade into the water and it begins to rise. I press forward. It reaches my knees. My chest. She calls out again. Closer now. She’s there. A silhouette. I reach out. As I extend my arms something pulls me down. Into the depths. The darkness. I fight to return to the surface. To breathe. To live. To see her again.