Kevin stood staring into the mirror, looking at the patches on his badly shaven head. His brown hair lay scattered around him and he wondered how he got here. He was The Deep. One of the Seven. Or at least he had been. He wondered when he had allowed Vought to turn him into what he was today. He was the lowest of the Seven and he was just starting to realise it. He was just around for his pretty dives and his social media presence. The diversity hire. He couldn't lie to himself anymore. He did love the fame and the glamour and the money. And he loved the adoration from his fans and being recognised in the streets. But things had changed.

Once upon a time Kevin hadn't had those things and for the first time in a long time he thought about where he came from and he wondered if his mum was proud of him. She had been once. He hadn't spoken to her, or his baby sister, in many, many years. It had been him that stopped accepting their calls on Vought's advice.

For the first time Kevin wondered if he had made the right choice when he chose the lifestyle.

Now here he was- stuck in Sandusky, Ohio. He was lonely and humiliated and his single attempt to save someone here had ended in disaster with a knife through the poor lobsters head.

He knew who he had blamed for his current situation after the press conference... But that had changed. He hadn't realised what he had done to her. Annie. But ever since that woman… Since what she had done to him...

He didn't even know her name but he could remember the sensation of her fingers being shoved inside his gills. The pain as he struggled to breathe even as he told her to stop. That she was hurting him And she hadn't cared... He shuddered at the memory. He hadn't looked at his own body since that night, not wanting to see his tender gills that still hurt. It was the part of his body that made him a freak. That made him weak. An ordinary woman had done that to him. She had made him feel vulnerable and helpless. Powerless.

A single tear slid down his face. Had his actions made Annie feel that way too? Made her feel powerless?

Kevin brushed the remaining strands off his head and body and for the first time since starting with Vought he pulled on the only hoody and pair of sweats that he owned. They weren't attractive. They were old and scruffy and only a few days ago this would have mattered to him. But he didn't care now. All he cared about was that the heavy material of the sweatshirt made his vulnerable gills feel more protected than his custom made suit ever had. He wrapped his arms around himself for a moment as he absorbed the warmth.

Kevin reached for his phone and was saddened to realise he didn't have any contacts outside of Vought. Not one person had called him to check on him. How had he not noticed that until now? Loneliness rolled over him like the waves of the ocean. Right now he just wanted to hear a friendly voice. Not the fake ones he was used to hearing. The ones that he was only now starting to realise didn't really care about him.

He thought of Annie again. His on screen apology had been a publicity stunt and he was sure she knew it. He hadn't meant it. Not really. Not until now.

Then he remembered. Vought had given him her number. He flicked through his messages untill he found it.

He stared at it for a moment deciding what to do. She deserved to know.

He dialled.

Back in New York Annie didn't answer her phone when it rang. She was meeting Hughie and was in a hurry. It was only the next day that she noticed the voicemail.

She barely recognised the voice that she heard on the message. All the cocky arrogance was gone and in it's place was uncertainty. And possibly fear.

"Eh, Hi Annie. It's De.. No. It's Kevin here. I just" there was a long pause and Annie checked to make sure the phone hadn't disconnected before he started speaking again. "Look, I know you don't have to listen to me and I'm probably the last person you want to hear from but… I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry for what I did to you. I really am. I was wrong. I didn't get it before but now…" His voice seemed to tremble. "I really am… Sorry."

And the message ended.