Author's Note: I promised that I wouldn't keep you waiting to see if Henry makes it out of this death and if he'll regain his memory. I wrote this chapter while writing the previous one; it helped to keep me from becoming quite emotional that ending.

Second, something might not make sense at first, but I hope that it would become clearer as you read. If isn't still not clear, don't worry; I explain it in the author's note at the end of the chapter.

I hope that you would enjoy the chapter.

Chapter 37

Cold rushing water surrounded him. His burning lungs and throbbing chest begged for air. He could not breathe just yet; breaths here would kill him. He needed to get out of the water—now. Instinctively, his arms propelled him toward the light above him. He continued pushing until his arms hit the air. A second later, his head and then his shoulders and chest breached the water. He gasped the second he reached the surface. He took a deep breath and filled his pain-filled lungs with desperately needed air.

Henry bobbed in the water and looked out from his position. Brooklyn's skyline greeted his sight. He turned in the water and scanned the horizon. Manhattan's skyline filled his vision. To his left were the Brooklyn and Manhattan Bridges. To his right, the Williamsburg Bridge loomed over him. He trailed his eyes from the buildings to his position. Water surrounded him. He gasped as he realized that he was in the East River.

How did I get here?!

Before he could begin to answer his question, the river's swift current knocked him off of his feet. He automatically leaned over onto his chest and began swimming. The water's flow threatened to either sweep him out to sea or drag him under to his death. Each instinctive stroke, however, drove him closer to shore. After a couple of minutes, he noticed that the shoreline was near. He lowered his legs, and his feet touched the river's bottom. He walked along the rocky bed until he stepped foot onto the shore.

Stunned by what he had done, he sat down on the grass near the shoreline and stared at the river. A moment later, he joyfully chuckled. He had just swum across it without the slightest trace of fear. Not only that, but he had also been in water much deeper than his chest. If he were to hazard a guess, he would say that it was almost eleven meters from where he was to the surface.

A slight breeze chilled him. To maintain his warmth, he wrapped his arms around himself. The first thing that he would do when he returned home would be to change into drier clothes. After that, he would call everyone and let them know that he was okay. They—.

As he rose from his spot and turned toward the city, he swallowed. His memory of what had happened moments before was rather fuzzy. How—?

He brushed the thought aside as another chill coursed through him. He wouldn't be able to return home or to talk to them if he died of hypothermia.

He refocused his attention to the task at hand. He scanned the area to see where he was at. Trees and a few streetlights lined a sidewalk leading back to the busy street. Various complexes stood in the distance. He smiled as he immediately recognized the location and began to walk toward the buildings. It was the same spot where he and Jo had spent some time together a few days ago. He could follow the same route that they had taken to the shop back home.

First, though, he needed to find someplace warm. He could take advantage of the lobby of one of the apartment complexes. He could use their phone to call everyone and warm up while he waited for one of them to pick him up. If only he could recall their cell phone numbers….

He sighed. There was a good chance that they weren't anywhere nearby. He did remember Jo, Mike, and Lucas being by his side. He must have risen from the ground and had blindly run until he had fallen into the river. They had probably tried to follow him until they had lost his trail. They could be anywhere in the city, and it would take them some time to reach his location.

He stopped himself. His first—and main—priority right now was to find a warm shelter for himself. He could worry about that later.

A few seconds later, he detected two officers walking toward the river. Their pace unexpectedly quickened. Curious, he wrinkled his brows and turned around to see who was behind him. Oddly enough, there was no one else in sight.

He looked back at the officers. Adrenaline surged through his body as he tried to think of what he had done wrong. Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything. As he stepped toward the officers, he gulped and planned to surrender to prevent any problems.

"I know about this incident. I got him!"

Henry stopped and looked toward the familiar voice; his brows wrinkled in confusion. "Abe?!"

Henry let out a sigh of relief and smiled as he saw Abe hurrying down the sidewalk as fast as his sciatica would allow him. He didn't know how Abe knew that he was here, but he was glad to see him.

A few steps later, Abe slowed down until he stopped directly in front of Henry and held out a large red blanket. It struck him that people normally didn't carry one in public places unless they were on a picnic. He narrowed his eyes, more out of confusion than anger.

Abe cleared his throat.

Henry hoped that the other man wasn't coming down with something. "Are you okay?"

The gentleman refused to respond to Henry's question. Instead, he extended the blanket to Henry.

A few seconds later, Abe nodded toward him.

Henry looked at him.

Abe then glared at him.

Abe was attempting to tell him something. What was he missing?

At that moment, a cool slight breeze from the river brushed his wet skin.

Wet skin? Henry looked down…

…and saw that he was completely naked.

His cheeks flushed, Henry looked back up at an amused Abe. That was the message that he had missed.

Henry snatched the blanket from Abe's hands and quickly draped it around him. He ensured that the extra fabric hung over the front half of his body. As he finished, the breeze threatened to send another shiver through his body, but the cloth's warmth shielded him from its effects.

He glanced over Abe's shoulder to see if the officers were still there. Hopefully, they didn't plan to arrest him now.

The pair waved at him. Afraid to let go of the cloth, Henry nodded in response. Satisfied with the resolution of their problem, the men walked away. As Henry watched them leave, Abe walked around and quietly led him back to his car.

When he arrived at the car, Henry was relieved to see it. Using one hand to keep the blanket over him, he opened the door and climbed into the passenger's seat. He started to buckle his seatbelt, and a splash of color caught his eye. He looked down and was pleasantly surprised to see a stack of clothes and a towel in the seat next to him. He unwrapped the blanket from around his body and proceeded to dry off and to change into the dry clothes. As Abe pulled out of the parking lot, Henry leaned back in his seat and let the car's heater thaw his cold body.

He eventually looked at Abe. He wanted to ask the other man how he had known exactly where he was and what he needed. Abe, however, would counter with the question of how he found his way to the park and why he was there.

Henry swallowed as the events of the past few minutes suddenly came into focus. He couldn't have possibly run this far, especially not with a gunshot wound to the chest. Not with his life draining from him. Not with his life flashing before his eyes.

He inhaled as he remembered what he had thought when he had first seen the scar on his chest. His throat tightened at the next thought. He immediately knew what had happened.

He died.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. But how—?

Searching for clues, Henry unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and looked down at his chest to find the wound from his gunshot. His mouth opened at the sight before him. There was no trace of the bullet wound anywhere on his body. The only thing that he saw was his unusual scar.

Henry looked back at Abe as he re-buttoned his shirt. He wanted to ask him about his experiences. Henry sighed and decided against it. Likely, Abe didn't know what had happened either.

Abe slowed down to a near stop near Pitt and Rivington. Remembering Pitt was the last street that he had crossed, Henry leaned forward and reached over to the door's handle. He wanted to see if any of the answers lied in the park near Stanton. Just as he opened his mouth to ask Abe to stop the car and let him out, the sight of a pair of patrol cars and an officer directing traffic discouraged his request. Henry tried to peer down both roads, but police cars and a CSU unit blocked his view of the scene. He huffed in frustration as Abe pulled away from the last street. Whatever secrets that the park had would remain hidden for eternity.

He leaned back in his seat. There were two possible explanations for what was happening: a break with reality or a dream. They, however, didn't explain everything. If he had a psychotic break, he would be under the supervision of Bellevue's psychiatrists. If it were a dream, he would had known it when he had regained consciousness. Henry sighed. He didn't know any more about his circumstances than what he did when he first found himself in the East River. Then again, why was I in the river naked?

He inhaled. He shouldn't overthink it. He had miraculously survived the shooting, and he would be reunited with everyone soon. That was all that mattered.

Abe pulled into Katz's parking lot, and the two men got out. Henry removed the damp blanket and towel from the seat. Abe took the items from him, and they began to walk home.

An inexplicable, intense fear suddenly seized Henry and refused to let go. He barely believed that he had died and come back to life himself. What will everyone think if I were to tell them? Will they believe me, or will they find me mad as Nora had done?

He wanted to run as far as he could, hoping that they would never find him. Yet, he willed himself to continue in the direction that he was travelling. The last time that he had run, it almost had catastrophic consequences. He should head back and tell everyone what had transpired. They could make whatever decision that they would, but they would at least know the truth.

As he saw the contours of the shop, Henry sighed. He didn't know what would happen in the next few minutes. Perchance everyone would believe him.

The first thing that Henry noticed as he and Abe arrived at the shop was that the lights were on. Abe opened the door with ease. Henry, on the other hand, felt a cold chill run through his body. He wanted to say something about the shop's security; his attacker could have taken shelter in there. Abe's smile stopped him and caused him to somewhat relax. Abe wouldn't lead him into danger, would he?

He led Henry through the shop and up the stairs. Soon, the other man walked toward the bedrooms, leaving Henry alone in the living space. He sighed and decided to go to the living room. As he walked toward the room's entrance, he inhaled, and his mouth opened. The two detectives and his assistant were sitting on the sofa, almost as if they were waiting for his arrival. When he met their eyes, he saw their own surprised expressions.

Lucas and Mike rose from their seat first. Lucas quickly closed the distance between them and threw his arms around Henry, who awkwardly returned the gesture. A moment later, he felt Mike's hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

"Henry!" Jo walked up to him and embraced him. As he closed his arms around her, a few of her tears fell onto his cheek. He pulled her closer to him as if it would take away all of the pain that he had caused her. She tightened her hold on him, almost as though she was afraid of losing him again. He closed his eyes, held her, and rubbed her back in the relative silence of the room.

Silence? Henry opened his eyes. He couldn't hear the clock on the mantle ticking. His hearing was fine; he could hear electricity buzzing through the floor's lights and appliances. What happened to the clock? Is it broken?

He didn't want to let Jo go, but this new mystery reminded him of recent events. He reluctantly pulled away from her and looked at the group. She returned to the sofa and took a seat next to Mike. Henry noticed that Abe had set a chair from the kitchen at the end of the sofa and joined them.

As a cold chill ran through his body, he walked into the kitchen. He turned around, looked at them in the room, and took a deep breath. Tonight would be the last night that fear ruled him.

He walked into the room and sat down in the chair opposite them. He felt uncomfortable there, so he rose and began pacing. He bit his lip and then inhaled.

"This sounds implausible." He sighed. "Actually, you won't believe me." He looked at them. Their eyes were trained on him.

His voice caught in his throat as he remembered what had happened. He broke his gaze so he could calmly continue, and he resumed pacing. "I died." He inhaled to compose himself. "And, um, somehow, I returned to life. I returned to life in the river, and I instinctively swam to shore. When I climbed out, I was naked." He stopped. "Does that sound insane?"

He gathered the courage to look at everyone. The last time that he had looked at them….

"No, it doesn't."

Henry turned toward Jo's voice and studied her. Her eyes showed no fear or doubt. If anything, they had a confidence and a peace about his claims.

He then looked at the rest of the group. He expected to see confusion, concern, and disbelief in their eyes. As he looked at them, he saw none of those feelings. Instead, he saw something that he couldn't believe—belief, acceptance, and even relief.

Henry inhaled and resumed a slow pace as he realized that they knew of this. "This has happened before." That explained Henry's instinct to swim, Abe's knowledge of what Henry needed, and the patrol officers' reaction. Everything was so effortless that it was almost like they had been repeatedly practiced. "On more than one occasion."

If he didn't stay dead tonight… "I can't die. I mean, I can, but I always come back to life a short time later." He stopped. It would explain why he suddenly remembered being underwater and needing air; it was part of his return to life, like it was tonight. "It always occurs in the same way." Even the nakedness.

He looked at them. Everyone nodded in agreement.

If he couldn't die, that meant only one thing…

"Immortal?"

Henry slowly lowered himself into the chair facing them and let his mind absorb the news. Immortality—it was human nature to desire to live forever, to be able to cheat death out of another victim. It was so rare that he had believed that it was merely a myth. Yet, tonight, he learned that he was living proof that it existed. Somehow, he had received it at some point in his forgotten past.

He inhaled and let it out as his eyes drifted to the coffee table. It was no wonder why he had readily considered the liabilities of the gift that he had been given. He must have encountered them so frequently in his past that the belief of immortality being a curse had become ingrained into him. If he were to guess when his view point had changed, he would say that it had occurred very early in his immortal life, and what he had remembered from his life with Nora was the precipitating incident.

He looked back up at everyone. At some point in his past, though, he had told them and Abigail that he was immortal. They certainly had struggled with the knowledge of it, and, if his nightmare last night contained elements of the truth, Abigail had died because of him. Yet, their presence in his life demonstrated their decisions to cast their lots with him regardless of the consequences of immortality in their own lives.

Henry looked them in the eye. "This is the element of my life that I've been missing."

He shook his head in astonishment. In spite of seemingly everlasting pain and sorrow, he must had discovered some joy in his life if he shared it with these five people. Six, if Lt. Reece knew about it. He and Abigail had been happily married for, obviously, a long time, and he even had a son.

His mind wandered to his memory of his child. The boy shared many facial features as….

He looked at Abe. The realization hit him with enough force that he suddenly leaned back in the chair.

"You're my son?!" That explained why Abe had been so upset over the past couple of weeks, especially when he had called Henry "Dad". It also explained Abe's visits while he had been hospitalized and why he had sometimes felt that their roles didn't match their ages.

Henry briefly closed his eyes. It was parental nature to look back at the key moments of a child's life—no matter how long they lived—with equal parts pride and questioning. He wished that he could remember all of the moments in Abe's. As he was the British doctor who had taken Abe and raised him as his own, Henry wanted to remember the moment that he had decided to risk discovery and give Abe a better life. He longed to remember when Abigail had laid eyes on the child and decided to raise him as well.

Wait. I never saw that moment. How…?

Hoping for a clue, Henry walked over to the fireplace to look at their picture. As he neared the mantle, a golden object caught his eye. He picked it up and recognized that it was the pocket watch that he had seen on his end table when he had first come home from the hospital. Was this what Jo had meant by "your pocket watch" during their trip to the observation deck a few days ago?

At that moment, he saw a man—his father—giving him the watch and dying. As the flashback ended, he looked back at the group. Everyone and everything began to prick, prod, and needle something in his memory. Every subconscious stirring threatened to overwhelm him. He placed the watch on an end table and quickly headed for the folding door.

Sensing everyone's eyes on him, he stopped in the threshold and faced them. "After what had happened, I have no intention of leaving the building." He inhaled. "I need time to process this." With that, he raced through the kitchen to seek some relief from the irritation that he was feeling.

He stopped on the landing and peered into the shop's retail area. Each piece and even the windows pricked and needled his memory. He turned around and closed his eyes to keep from feeling overwhelmed. Where could he go so that he could think?

His eyes flew open. The basement. Abe stored the surplus inventory in nondescript boxes there. Energized by the thought, he raced toward the room.

As he descended the stairs, he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. Bookcases and cabinets lining the walls greeted him. In a far corner to his right, he saw a desk under the streetlamp-lit ribbon windows. What was an office doing here?

He gingerly stepped into the office and looked around. In the middle of the room sat a settee and a table and chair. Another table with various test tubes, beakers, and taxonomic samples sat against a wall. Lining that wall was most of the same medical equipment that he had been connected to in the hospital.

This obviously was a laboratory. He didn't remember Abe mentioning it, so it must be…his?

He took another look around the room. He immediately recognized it as the same room which he had seen when he had received the news about his carbon monoxide poisoning.

He inhaled. There was a perfectly logical explanation for it. Perhaps he used the lab to analyze substances while away from work, especially if time was of the essence.

A chalkboard caught his eye. Entranced, he walked over to it. When he drew near, his legs suddenly started to give way. He grasped the edge of the desk to steady himself. He studied the information, and his stomach churned. Had he been so distraught by his losses and others' rejection of him that he had sought a way to end his immortality—and his life?

He inhaled and took a second look at it. Apparently, he hadn't since October 2014. The date was listed at the bottom of the board. If he had continued his interest, he would have either erased the chart and started over or modified it to fit in the additional dates.

His eyes landed on a note which expressed uncertainty about one death on September 24, 2014, that had lasted four minutes. He pressed his lips together in thought. The other deaths had lasted less than three minutes. Why was that one different? Then again, did it or the last one influence his decision to discontinue his research?

Feeling stronger, he released the desk. He looked down and noticed that his hand was caked with a thin layer of dust. When he had the opportunity, this place would be dusted.

He began to pace. Immortality explained all of the things that had felt surreal to him and why everyone else felt the need to hide it from his negative impulses. Jo had failed to obtain medical assistance for him because of his tendency to die and disappear. People's concerns for his mental wellbeing as well as the physical aspect of his deaths had likely caused them to fear what would happen if he had believed them and tried to prove his immortality to himself in public. The photographs of him, Abigail, and an infant Abe and the one from 1865 demonstrated his agelessness. At the same time, the strange flashes, his hallucinations, his daydreams, and his unusual knowledge were indeed memories from a long life spanning 188 years.

Revise that. Lucas hadn't shown any indication of lying when he had said that Henry was alive in the early 1800s. Assuming that he was in early to mid-thirties at the time—.

Then again, the portrait from 1794 indicated that he was a teenager when it was painted. If that were the case….

The thought forced him to sit down on the settee. It was suddenly clear as to why he had felt a strong connection to the Henry Morgan who was born in 1779.

The man was him.

He swallowed as he fought back tears. He had seen his tombstone for the first time. His family, likely Nora, had believed that he was dead when…

His eyes darted around the room as he remembered the tombstone's inscription. April 7, 1814, was the date of his first death. How…?

I was shot.

The memory of his confession to Jo—in the middle of a crowded bar—stirred something. He recalled the appearance of his scar. The stimpling and the main wound were consistent with William Ashbrooke's fatal wound. The other scars suggested that the bullet had shattered upon impact.

Henry suddenly saw an encrusted flintlock pistol laying in a box on his desk in his office. A bullet from it could create that specific type of wound.

He took a deep breath as he placed his hand on his chest and felt his heartbeat. He recalled the sense of familiarity that had washed over him as he had read the article about The Empress.

He had lived it.

Lived it. With those words in his thoughts, the floodgates opened.

His childhood and adolescent years in London. His breeching on his sixth birthday. His time at St. Paul's School. His decision to attend Oxford to become a doctor. Opening his own practice. His involvement in the abolitionist movement, first at his parents' side and then on his own. His siblings' deaths and his mother's years later. Meeting Nora and falling in love with her. Their wedding and life together as husband and wife. Life in London during the Napoleonic War. The days he spent with friends in the Diogenes Club.

Learning about his family's involvement in the slave trade and his decision to do everything he could to end it. His father giving his pocket watch to Henry moments before his death. Boarding The Empress of Africa as the ship's doctor. Setting the slave revolt aboard the ship into motion. The call to treat a feverish slave. The captain shooting him for refusing to throw his patient overboard. His first death and awakening in the North Atlantic Ocean. His rescue by the crew of the San Carlos del Rey. His journey through Spain and France with the correspondents from Nithercott and Company. Returning home to London and to Nora. Nora's disbelief about his immortality and her having him committed to Bedlam. Charing Cross. Southwark Prison and his escape with the help of his Catholic priest cellmate. His decision to work in a hospital. His time with the Hudson Bay Company. Traveling through Europe. Returning to London in the 1860s. The East Belmont fire which resulted in his picture in the newspaper. Nora trying to kill him to reveal his immortality to the world. Jack the Ripper.

Henry's first time in New York City in 1889 and his decision to stay in the United States. Life in the Lower East Side tenements. Each move that he had to make. Every friend he made. Every woman he had fallen in love with. His life being interrupted by either a public death and awakening or an aged previous acquaintance. Every language that he spoke. Everything he had learned over the years. His reaction to every technological advancement and to every advance in medicine, criminology, science, mathematics, psychology, anthropology, archeology, and sociology. Every death that he had died and every awakening that he had.

The Gilded Age. Life in Europe during the Boer War. Being partners with James and James' death from tuberculosis. His adventures with the Explorers Club. World War I. The Roaring Twenties. Paris in 1929. The Great Depression. World War II breaking out in Europe. American immigration acts forcing him to forge government documents so that he could continue his life in the United States without arousing suspicions. Pearl Harbor. Being drafted into the Army. D-Day. His journey into Europe's interior as an Army medic for the Americans and the British.

Seeing Abigail and Abraham for the first time. Deciding to adopt Abraham. Falling in love with Abigail. Abigail discovering his immortality and her acceptance of it. Their move to New York City. Raising Abraham. Gloria Carlisle encouraging Henry to propose to Abigail. Their wedding and interrupted honeymoon aboard the Orient Express. His decision to quit his career in medicine because of his immortality. Sending Abraham off to Vietnam and then Berkeley. His and Abigail's life as empty nesters. Their last public date resulting in Abigail's tears as people refused to acknowledge that their marital bond. Learning about Abraham's marriage to and divorce from Maureen Delacroix—twice. The day Abraham moved back home. The day Abigail left them and Henry's year-long search for her. Thirty years of experimenting on himself to see if he could permanently die. The years that he worked as a gravedigger.

Learning that Abraham had opened the antiques shop. 9/11. His decision to become a medical examiner. Studying at the University of Guam. Being hired as a deputy medical examiner with the OCME. Meeting Lucas. Every death that he and Lucas investigated for the OCME.

The fatal train crash which killed him and 15 others three days after his 235th birthday. Jo walking into the OCME for the first time. Adam's first call. Meeting Mike during his and Jo's first case together. Meeting Lt. Reece a few weeks later. Abraham exploring the idea of using Aterna to become immortal himself. Telling Jo about Abigail and Jo talking to him about Sean. Gloria Carlisle's death. Being in Alphabet City's tenements for the first time since the 1890s. His, Jo, and Abe's first dinner on the rooftop of the antiques shop. The Jack the Ripper copycat. Tyler Forrester's death. Abraham nearly leaving with his ex-wife Maureen for a third time. Meeting Molly Dawes as Iona Payne. Investigating the death of Pepper Evan's son Isaiah Williams. Abraham attending Lyle Ames' funeral to pick up Fawn Mahoney-Ames. Adam kidnapping and killing him. Adam manipulating him into taking Clark Walker's life. The death of Jason Fawkes and Abraham's reconnection with his Army buddies Marco Fawkes and Jerry Charters. Jo investigating the murder of Sean's informant Aaron Brown. Adam giving Abraham a ledger with his biological parents' names in it. Armen Aronov's murder. Learning that Abraham was his first cousin several times removed. His and Molly's first and only date. Hackers nearly exposing the gaps in his resume. Henry and Jo's budding friendship. Isaac Monroe raising the contents of The Empress of Africa. Adam's theory that an immortal can be killed with the same weapon that he was originally killed with. Isaac and Jo's relationship and subsequent breakup after Henry's suggestion of getting lost in Paris. Abraham's investigation in Abigail's disappearance. Finding Abigail's remains and learning that she killed herself in 1985 to protect Henry from Adam. Abigail's funeral. Henry's desire to avenge Abigail's death. Adam threatening Jo as she investigated who stole Adam's pugio from the museum. Henry and Adam's confrontation. Jo showing up at the antiques store with Henry's pocket watch and the photo of the Morgans in 1945.

Telling Jo, Lucas, Mike, and Lt. Reece about his immortality. Their reactions and eventual acceptance of the truth. Adam being cured of his air embolism. A couple of romantic relationships that ended when he saw that the women would not be able to handle his secret. Adam firing a high-powered rifle into the antiques shop. Every case that he has handled for the NYPD. Abraham's absence from the dinner table two nights a week for ten of the past twelve weeks. Everything that had happened over the past couple of months.

He remained motionless as memory after memory flowed past him. Sure, they told of a life filled with more than his fair share of hardship caused by others and of excessive sorrow caused by himself. At the same time, it was punctuated with moments of immense joy and breathtaking wonder. Of fulfilled dreams and second chances. Of finding pleasure in life's simple things. Of everlasting love and steadfast loyalty. Of happy times shared with family and friends and of emotional and moral support in times of need.

As the memories of his past joined those from the last two weeks, he briefly closed his eyes. He remembered everything.

Relief and joy jockeyed for position as tears of joy streamed down his face. He had thought that he would spend the rest of his life unable to remember his past and dismissing some of his memories as hallucinations. Yet, tonight, everything had returned as though they had been brought back from the dead.

He wiped his tears and placed both hands on his lap. After the night's events, everyone was likely worried about him. He ecstatically rose from the settee and bounded toward the stairs to tell everyone the good news.

Author's Note: This is why I saved Henry's river of memories for this chapter. To me, it would had been too easy to have his memory fully restored in the moments before his death. As for the slight delay in its return, I will deal with it in another chapter.

It kind of feels weird to say this, but I have four more chapters left in the story. (I've been working on it since October 2015, so, yeah, it does feel a little strange.) I have quite a few loose ends to tie up, and I plan to do so in the coming chapters.

In case you're wondering about the author's note that opens the chapter, it was about Henry's discovery that he's naked. I actually mentioned in Chapter 5's flashback that he hadn't noticed his nakedness until Pedro had told him about his rescue. So, I decided to let the events parallel each other.

Eleven meters is 36 feet. According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Association's nautical chart for the Hudson and East Rivers, some places in the East River can be as deep as 65 feet (19.8 meters). In the part of the East River where Henry emerges, it's about 45 feet (13.7 meters) in depth. I don't know how deep Henry usually is when he is reborn, so I just guessed.