Mara stays still and watches the Vares diver. Slowly he points at the crate, then at himself, then taps his chest where a name patch would be. He mouths a word through the glass that stops her cold: her husband's name. This man knew him.

Mara doesn't wait to find out what he wants. She kills her light and swims hard for the breach. He follows, faster than she expects, and grabs her fin. In the black they wrestle until she rips free and shoots up through the gash, lungs burning. She breaks the surface alone, alive, and swears she is never going down for that wreck again.