Something about this dream tasted wrong, and it wasn’t the lava. Anna could breathe that as well as air, thanks to the jellyfish Jesse had jammed over her head before they dove in. She held a tentacle in each hand for steering. Another tentacle could be connected to Jesse’s jellyfish for communication. The rest were for propulsion, and she had to hand it to Jesse: they were moving along at an impressive speed.

At least, it felt like they were. She couldn’t actually see very much. Or any. . .