DROWNING
I'm going to get out of this, he thought to himself as the tank was filled with water. After all, I'm the man with all the answers, aren't I?
As if in response, one of the aliens hissed at him. Rush wondered if they thought he was important enough to probe for information, or just as another test subject. He'd seen other such subjects in other tanks while being brought here.
It was ironic-he'd been starving when they found him on that rock, and he'd been grateful for any kind of rescue. Now he was a prisoner, perhaps no more important to them than anyone else.
He wondered if it was his ego that had kept him going back on Destiny. Colonel Young certainly would have thought so. He wondered if Young told the others he was dead. He had to admit, if he'd been in the Colonel's position he might have done the same thing…
Whatever else happened, things were going to change when he got back. If he got back, he corrected himself.
There were many moments in his life when he'd felt like he was drowning. Now he really was-and he didn't know if he could break through to the surface so that he could breathe again.
THE END