Here we have Lily's POV.

I sat at the edge of the boat in just my under-cloths, looking out at the water. This was absolutely crazy. How could I get in there? I could drown!

It wasn't as if I hadn't tried to swim before. My uncle had, in fact, tried tossing me off the docks and into a lake. I remember, instead of floating my swimming dress tying around my feet as I sank down until MacGregor dove in and pulled me ashore. Believe me, he gloated over being better at swimming than me for days.

I put my foot in the water. How was I supposed to do this? What if I sink again? Though I suppose that was the point. Frank was looking at me.

"Come on Lily. You can do this." He just waited there, holding up his hand and treading water. Okay. Okay. I have to do this. I've spent my whole life searching for the tears of the moon. If I'm the only one that can fit, then I have to go. And Frank won't let me drown.

Taking a couple of breaths to get calm, I grabbed his hand and pushed off the boat into the water. The second it was up to my neck I felt my skin crawl. Imagine being covered in insects; that was what being in the water felt like to me. Instantly, I panicked and grabbed onto Frank's neck.

"Oh, my God! Frank!" My body instantly seized up in paralyzing fear. I wanted to get back on the boat, leave this place before I drowned. I couldn't move. Distantly I heard Frank's voice trying to calm me.

"It's okay. It's okay." He was right. I could feel his arm around my waist as he held me upright. I still was paralyzed but it's not like we were underwater yet so-

"Here we go." I felt Frank tense up, swimming away from the boat.

Was he going to go under the water? Oh no. No... Nono... NONONO! "I'm not… No, no!" Just like that, I found my body could move again.

"Wait a minute!" I tried to climb up Frank's shoulders, I wanted to get on his back. I wanted to get out of this water.

I felt something brush along my foot, not knowing what it was. What if it was something that bites? What if it could pull me under? I need my feet to kick. To get out of here.

"Something just touched my foot, Frank!" I pushed on his shoulders. Maybe I could climb up his back and jump back on the boat before whatever was down there killed me. 'I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here!'

Through the mild panic attack that I had started to have, I heard Frank's voice, forceful but still calming. "It's okay, it's okay." He eased me back into the water to look straight into my eyes. "It was my foot."

I took a deep breath, looking into his face so he could see I was serious as I whispered, "I'm so sorry."

He told me it was okay again. That he had me. I found it reassuring as if he understood how frightened I was right now in this moment. I wasn't use to being like this. I was trembling and terrified and didn't know what to do next.

"I'm very scared." Usually, when I was in trouble, there was somewhere to go, some object to reach for, something I could use. Here in the water, there was nothing I could do. I was helpless and there was no escape.

"It's okay. Breathe." Frank was looking at me again. Something about his voice and his eyes made me relax. His strong frame held me tight. I knew he wouldn't let me go or drop me. He took a deep breath; in and out and I found myself doing the same. It helped and I found myself a little more at ease.

This time he asked before swimming away or diving under the water, "Ready?"

I took one more calming breath and nodded my head "Yes." I shifted onto Frank's back, half expecting him to dive straight under the water liked he tried to earlier but instead, he swam away from the boat and closer to where I could only assume we were headed.

He looked back at me one more time and I saw him take a deep breath. The kind of breath one takes before diving underwater. I quickly did the same and the next thing I knew we were under, Frank's powerful arms pulling us down fast.

It was dark but I could make out the shape of something stone and man-made just ahead. It was a small chamber. Whatever entrance Frank had seen had to be small. I saw his point. There was no way he would have fit.

All the same, when Frank pointed out to me where he wanted me to go in... 'What if I got stuck in there?' It was such a small space and it wasn't like I could go directly out the top and straight for the surface.

I shook my head no at him. I did NOT want to go in there. He nodded his head in return, his hand coming down like pulling the lever at the other end. Was he kidding? First of all: that lever was as big as my body, second this was a small box that I could easily get stuck on. He mimed going inside it once more and I bit back the fear that was rising from my stomach to my throat again.

I suppose I really didn't have a choice at this point. I was already under the water. We were at the box. Frank couldn't fit. I could. 'Maybe it's not that heavy after all.' I wouldn't know until I tried. The sooner it was done, the sooner we could get out of this water.

I'd barely got two steps when I felt something like a stone move under my foot. Had I triggered some sort of trap? I turned to Frank to make sure he was okay and saw the bars I had just stepped through swing shut. Frank was pushing and pulling on them as if he could get them to open.

Oh gosh! I was going to die. I was trapped down here. I'm going to drown! I'm stuck underwater, no air. No escape. This was it. I looked to Frank. He seemed so scared. Not for himself but for me. Poor Frank. Was he going to be cursed forever because I couldn't swim? 'This was all my fault. I'm so sorry, skippy.'

I reached through the bars for him, to let him know I didn't blame him for this, to ask him to stay with me. I just knew I didn't want to be alone at this moment whatever happened next.

Frank grabbed my hand. 'Yes. Please stay. Don't go yet. Let me look into your eyes and be calm just a little longer.' But then reached for the back of my head and started pulling his lips to mine. 'Seriously? Now? Now you try to kiss me?' I shoved him away in disgust.

Frank put his hands up the same way he had when he tried to calm me before. 'Do you have some kind of plan then?' He puckered out his cheeks with air and pointed to his lips then pointed at me. Air. He wanted to give me his air! 'Oh Frank! You genius!'

I leaned closer to the bars, pressing my head as much as I was able through the opening. His lips touched mine and I felt the bubbles pass into my mouth. Frank's lungs were obviously of larger capacity and so I found my breath refreshed in mere seconds.

As soon as we separated, he turned for the surface, most likely to get more air as I turned for the lever against the wall. Maybe if I could pull it down, this chamber would release me or surface or anything other than being stuck in here.

Frank couldn't just keep bringing me air indefinitely. As a doctor, I knew the air in his lungs would be oxygen low at best and while it could sustain me for now, it wouldn't work forever.

This time I was careful to go over the floor in case there were more traps, not that I thought that too much worse could happen at this point. I grabbed onto the lever and pulled it. It didn't budge. I put my feet on either side and pulled. It moved, if only marginally.

I could feel my lungs getting low on air again. I needed a new breath. I looked for Frank but he wasn't back yet. I felt more air escape me and tried to focus on pulling the lever some more. I nearly had it straight out.

Where was Frank? Did he leave me down here? Shouldn't he be back by now? He's such a good swimmer. The feeling that I was going to drown filled me again and I left the lever to look for him.

He wouldn't just leave me, would he? I checked the bars of the entrance. No Frank. I turned to check above to see if I could watch him coming. Nothing. 'Where are you? I know you don't care if you die but I thought you cared if I did.' I turned around one more time to look for him and... 'Oh, thank goodness.'

I finally saw a large Frank-sized shadow headed towards me. I moved over to the entrance and as soon as he was within reached and grabbed his head to pull his lips to mine for more air.

And forced his head to collide with the stone bars. 'Oh! Sorry. Are you okay?' I held up my hands in apology. Frank just shook his head and came towards me again, this time being more cautious of his surroundings. I grabbed onto his head and pulled him close. My lungs hurt. I needed his air. The seal of my lips around his was strong as I practically sucked the air from his lungs. I could feel myself breathe again.

I turned back to the lever. I had to get it down now. This has gone on long enough. I planted my feet on the wall and pulled. Now, the lever was at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

I tried to push it again but I'd lost my leverage against the wall to pull since I now needed to push. I looked for Frank again but didn't even see the shadow of him. Better to just keep working until he got back. He'd be here soon enough.

I moved to the top of the chamber and stood on the lever pushing down on it as I stretched my body between the lever and the roof of the chamber, putting every muscle in my body to work with the task.

This last part was being stubborn. 'I wish Frank were here.' With his muscle and size, this would be done already. I also wished he was here so I wouldn't have to be but that was beside the point. All I knew at that moment was I wanted him here. 'Where was Frank anyway?'

I pushed once more with my feet. It was getting harder to see. Things were getting darker. Was the sun setting? Finally, the lever gave way and went down. It happened so fast it surprised me and the last of the stale unusable air in my lungs escaped. I knew I couldn't let any more out. I'd drown. I barely had any air in my lungs as it was. I had to hold my breath. I had to hold it until Frank got back.

It felt as if my throat was closing upon itself. I don't think I could have taken a breath in right now if I tried. It was like my body was trying to hold what little air I had left in. Frank come on. I don't have anything left. Come on Frank, I finished the puzzle. Don't leave me down here Frank. Frank I-

And then everything went black.

Something.

Something shaking me.

Shaking my hands. A tap on my check. A slight slapping. I tried to inhale but there was water in the way and I choked and coughed to get it out of my throat and breathe.

AIR! My eyes popped open as I felt another pat on the cheek.

And there was Frank, looking just fine and dandy. He'd left me down there, hadn't he? Him and his stupid tricks! Probably thought it would be a funny little prank. I felt anger boil within me. Anger that I had to swim. Anger that I'd almost drowned and anger that Frank had left me down there, alone and trapped.

I slapped him across the cheek. Hard. "What is the matter with you, Frank?" I jumped to my feet. He was far too close and I was far too angry so I shoved his shoulder. He muttered something but I didn't hear it over the sound of fury pounding in my ears. "How could you leave me?"

I stepped back, trying to put distance between us before I hit him again and possibly repeatedly.

"I didn't...I didn't leave you. There was a lot of fish down there..." Seriously? Fish?

"What? Fish? Frank…"

Mister, I can drive my boat down rapids and fight ten guys and take a sword to the heart but suddenly a bunch of trout come out of nowhere and I need to swim away! Never mind the drowning woman and the cage I left her in; she'll be just fine! I couldn't even look at him right now. Him and his ridiculous excuses.

"There were a lot of piranhas. They were coming after-" Oh, so the fish story wasn't enough. It's piranha now! Well, isn't that just all kinds of convenient! He was saying something else but I wasn't listening at that point.

"Don't even look at me." I turned away from him headed for the stern of the boat to put my clothes back on. I was tired of being half-naked, wet and having this argument. At least I could fix the half-naked part.

I pulled on my shirt and took a breath. Maybe there had been piranha. It's not like he would bleed if they were biting him. Anyone else would probably be dead but not Frank. No. Frank just wanted to die and couldn't.

Why was this happening to me now? It wasn't like being around Frank was easy. He was stubborn and arrogant. His judgment was terrible. He made me want to scream and cry at the same time. We argued about everything.

But when we got along... The way he looked at me; the way he talked to me. It made me feel like an equal. And I wanted more of that in my life.

But Frank wanted to die.

He'd never driven a car. He'd never seen a moving picture. He had never been to London. There was so much of my world I wanted to share with him. So much of his world I wanted to know about.

I had to at least try to change his mind... right?