Even as the last cord that bound Abigail to the pier came free, the last of my air escaped my lips. Dad pulled the last of the rope away and Abigail kicked free. I was disoriented, but Dad grabbed my arm and pushed my upward. I needed to breathe. I groped desprately, kicking my legs and pumping my arms for all I was worth. My face broke the surface and I took the sweetest breath I can remember. I groped around and found Abigail floudering beside me. I got my arm around her and began to kick for the bank. Dad was right beside us.

It seemed so far to shore. I was freezing and my legs were beginning to feel like blocks of ice. Abigail was trying to swim, but she was starting to go limp. As we got closer, I heard sirens and saw flashing lights, red and blue. The sight of them lent my weary body strength and we finally made it to the bank. I wanted to collapse, But Dad was right there, helping me pull Abigail up the bank. "Are you okay?" I gasped, gripping her arm. Abigail nodded, her eyes wide. "Let's get you warm," Dad said, leading Abigail toward the ambulance that was parked on the end of the dock. I was so cold, but I ran to where I'd dropped my cell phone and dialed Gus as fast and my shaking hands would let me. "Gus?!"

"Shawn, We got her. It was close, but we got her. She's ok."

I could hear the tension in my best friend's voice.

"Thank God," I gasped, relief flooding me. "Oh, thank God. Abigail's ok too, she's good," I babbled. "Gus, he was here. I saw him. I could have touched him. But I had to let him go."

"You had no choice!" Gus assured me. "You did the right thing."

"You know, this game isn't over." I bit my lip.

Gus let out a breath. "I know."

"Thanks for being there, Buddy," I gasped. I hung up.

Dad was suddenly right there and he pulled me to my feet and hugged me close. I buried my face in his wet jacket. "Juliet's ok!" I mumbled.

"Good!" Dad rubbed my head the way he used to when I was a kid. "Listen, you take care of your girl, I'll go talk to the cops."

I nodded as Dad pulled out of the hug. "How about the Swiss, huh?" Dad smiled.

I nodded. "Never leave home without it."

Dad shook his head. "No, I mean, uhh...I think you've got my knife, I've got yours."

"Oh!, did we get switched up?" I reached in my pocket with my half frozen fingers. Sure enough, my Dad's huge Swiss knife was there.

"Oh yeah, look at that...yeah, yours is so much bigger than mine."

Dad patted me on the shoulder and went back toward the flashing lights. I stood there for a moment, still trying to catch my breath. It had all happened so fast, and I was only now starting to process the last couple of hours. Despite what Yin had tried to do to us, both Juliet and Abigail had lived. and I was so grateful for that. I stumbled toward the ambulance and found Abigail sitting on the tailgate, wrapped in a blanket. Her hair was a damp tangled mess. When she saw me, she gave a half smile.