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At first, it seemed like nothing. Everything was fine. Silence, nothing but the hum of the engine in the distance. And then suddenly… boom. There was a flash, I heard screams. I gripped my fiancé tightly with my free hand as the other gripped the emergency door handle. The plane kept going and going… down into the cold Atlantic water. I hit the water, sharp stinging pain fills my lungs and pierces my skin. But I cannot move. I cannot open my eyes. I tell myself to look around, to save myself, but my limbs are frozen in place. My eyes won't open. It's like I'm dead, but I can still feel pain. Why do I feel so much pain?

"..Ann…"

I hear his voice, so far away. I try to turn, to make contact, something. But I can't. My body betrays my wishes. I'm so cold.

"Anna! ... Oh god, Anna…wake up..."

I feel his strong arms around me, pulling me places. He is warm, so warm. It's welcoming. I can almost feel a shiver run through me. Why can't I move?

"I've got you baby….hold…"

Why does he sound so far away? I want to see him. I push to see him, to move, but I can't. I'm paralyzed. I want to scream. Why can't I scream?

"Wake…Please! Do something! Ann…."

He places me on a surface, I don't know where. I don't know how. Idly, my mind flashes with images of the titanic. Is this what Rose felt like on the door? Is this how cold she was?

Please let me wake up. I think. I continue chanting this inside my head. I just want to see him... I just want…

"You're still breathing… I know you can hear me… don't give up ya' hear me? Don't. It's me honey. It's Dewitt. I'm here okay?"

"De…witt…" I whisper hoarsely. I hear him shift beside me, and his hand is on my cheek then, caressing my face. My eyes flutter open and I see him, his face creased with worry. I want to touch him so badly, but my body disobeys. I'm cold everywhere.

"Cold…" I manage to whisper once more. He nods, shrugging off his jacket at once. My favorite jacket, the pinstripe one he wears to work. Oh, the memories of that thing…

"Anna, Baby, I need you to stay with me okay? Don't give into the cold, I'm going to…" Suddenly he stops talking. I want to look where he is, but I can't lift my face to follow his gaze. I stare up instead, at what seems to be a huge lighthouse above me. It's dark, and looks extremely old and abandoned. As I stare at it, I get an uneasy feeling, and I suddenly hope Dewitt isn't planning on dragging us in there. But he is. I shift my gaze to his and see what he discovered. A staircase, leading into the lighthouse more or less. I shake my head.

"N….No Dewitt…Not there.."

He shakes his head hurriedly and grabs my ice cold hand bringing it to his lips. He frowns.

"Anna, yes. This isn't up for discussion. We have to get you warm, or you'll get terribly ill. Given the state of our situation…" he zones out, his brows knitting together. He does this when he gets into deep thoughts, and I instantly attempt to catch his attention again. But I cannot speak. My voice is gone, and I shudder violently as the cool air mixed with water hits me. He growls angrily.

"Lets go. Now's not the time for being afraid of strange areas." He murmurs, peeling me off the ground and into his arms. I suddenly feel warm, well, warm enough to function more, as he moves quickly up the stairs. Every step higher up brings more cold air my way, and I can tell he's freezing himself, but he pushes on until we reach the top. I stare at the entrance, two large gold doors embroidered with birds and…planets? I shake my head, and he gazes down at me.

"Dewitt.. I don't.."

"Anna. Stop. We have to get you inside."

"But-"

"No fucking buts." He says, kicking the door open. I flinch at the sound, and shut my eyes. I don't want to look around at all – afraid I might see something gruesome. He scoffs.

"You're afraid of this? Holy hell. It's heated, it's empty, and it has… wait."

I open my eyes. What I see looks more like a lobby that belongs in a hotel than a lighthouse. I am overwhelmed by the surroundings. Marble floors, pillars, and walls surround us. It's incredibly warm, and I can feel myself regaining my body the more we stand there. I look at him, his face etched with curiosity. He's staring at the far end of the room where a staircase is located. It leads down, not up. That's odd, considering it's a lighthouse…

He starts heading towards it. I grab his shirt collar.

"No – you never said we'd explore."

"What's the fun in that?" he questions. I gaze at him impassively.

"Look, we might find something useful…" He murmurs. I sigh, too tired to argue. I'm physically unable to make many choices at the moment. The thought angers me. Dewitt slowly walks down the spiraling steps with me in his arms, and as we go lower and lower, the lights flicker brightly on and off. It gives me an uneasy feeling again. There's something about this place – something isn't right…

We reach the bottom, and Dewitt stands in front of a large submarine. It's old, and dirty, and looks abandoned just like the outside of the lighthouse. It has a sphere shape to it, and I instantly dislike the look of it. He smirks down at me, slowly stepping closer towards it.

"Don't touch!" I hiss at him. He rolls his eyes.

"It's a submarine, Anna. It's not going to eat me."

"It's not ours." I protest. He shrugs.

"Looks abandoned like everything else to me… Ain't anybody's really.."

And I have to admit, he has a point. I scowl at him as he loosens his grip on me to pull the door open widely. I take a deep breath when he walks in. He's slightly amazed by the contents of it – red velvet couches and an insanely large lever that says 'BLATHYSPHERE' on it. The rest is metal looking. I feel like I'm inside a bubble. He places me on a couch and walks around the small space, examining the walls and buttons on the side. I take a deep breath, my chest piercing in protest. I swallowed so much salt water, I can nearly taste it in my spit. How did I end up in this…mess?

"Dewitt… can we just…"

"Shh, Anna. I'm trying to figure this out. Let's see where this baby takes us." He murmurs excitedly.

"You know, for a man who just got out of a plane crash with his fiancé, I would think…"

He turns to stare at me dead on, his expression impassive. I stare back.

"I'm trying to just be a little… positive… what if we never get back home, Anna? Then what? Huh?" He says, his anger growing with each word. I flinch back into the velvet cushioned seat, instantly regretting what I said. He takes a long breath before kneeling before me and grabbing my too cool hands. I chew my bottom lip.

"I'm sorry. I'm scared. I'm not sure what to do at this point. I just want to keep you safe. And right now – this seems like the only good option. So let's see where this takes us." He whispers calmly. I nod slowly, smiling slightly at his warm tone. He was so… mercurial sometimes. It was always hard to keep up.

"Okay… I'm sorry…" I say. He shakes his head and kisses me far too briefly and stands.

"It's okay woman. Just trying to keep you safe. Shit, I almost – " His words are cut short when he trips backwards and onto the lever behind him. The door shuts abruptly, and an engine comes to life. I jump, startled by the noises, and Dewitt stumbles back into a seat, his eyes wide. The submarine begins to move, and we're welcomed with a static noise before an image of a man with a pipe sitting on a love seat appears. I stare, stupefied and listen to the words being spoken by this odd projection.

"I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question-," the man says. His voice bounces powerfully around the metal walls of the sphere, with faint interruptions of static crackling from the little speakers. I listen, transfixed, despite Dewitts huffs in the corner.

"-is a man not entitled to the sweat of his own brow?

No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor.

No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God.

No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone.

I rejected those answers.

Instead, I chose something different.

I chose the impossible.

I chose. . . ."

And just as if it's on que, the image disappears, and we see what seems to be a city. A city… underwater. I gasp. What kind of sick shit have I gotten myself into?

"RAPTURE…."