I'm drowning.

This thought occurred to Lorna O’Shene in slow motion as she sank, the lights of the aquarium's after-hours event twinkling like stars overhead and being obscured now by the moving bodies of the sea lions escorting her into darkness. As surprised as Lorna was by this sudden turn of events, she found that she wasn't panicking -- at least not yet. Somehow, this felt like memory.

Somehow, this felt like love.

The sun had slipped beyond the horizon, its distant l. . .

I'm drowning.

This thought occurred to Lorna O’Shene in slow motion as she sank, the lights of the aquarium's after-hours event twinkling like stars overhead and being obscured now by the moving bodies of the sea lions escorting her into darkness. As surprised as Lorna was by this sudden turn of events, she found that she wasn't panicking -- at least not yet. Somehow, this felt like memory.

Somehow, this felt like love.

The sun had slipped beyond the horizon, its distant l. . .