"I had a nightmare," she whispered, barely audible. He was close enough to hear though, and it crossed her mind that she had crossed a line, but she couldn't think right now. "I can usually handle them," she went on, hands still shaking though her limbs had started to warm up a little. "But I feel like I'm drowning and I can't reach the surface. It's dark and suffocating and I can't get out of it." The more she talked about it the further she felt herself getting pulled under again.

Sloane looked at him helplessly, but she couldn't really see him. It was more  like she saw past him into the dark waters of the lake; the kelp and the creatures around the edges; the lightning flashing overhead. Her head ached and she pressed the heels of her hands into her eyebrows as if it would help but she just felt herself slipping further and further down.