Luis' police officer instincts would not allow him to stand there or run away. Someone was in distress, not just anyone, someone he knew. He threw off his jacket and dove into the water, raising his head above the surface immediately after entry. "Gwen!" he called out. He looked around until her flailing arms and helpless splashes came into view. He swam full speed toward her and was soon at her side. He grabbed a hold of her and held her so that her face was above the water. She shivered and clung to him for dear life. "Just hold onto my neck and shoulders," he instructed her and put his back to her stomach. Without question, Gwen wrapped her arms around his shoulders as tight as her departing strength would allow. Luis swam quickly back toward the dock, but slow enough that Gwen could keep her grip.
"Luis!" he heard her cry. "I'm slipping! I can't hold on!"
"Don't panic!" he demanded. "We'll be on dry land soon enough."
Apparently, the angry sea had other plans because a steady wind blew by at that moment and knocked Gwen off of Luis' back. He felt her arms leave him and he turned to see her sink into the darkness. Bubbles began to appear. He couldn't let her die! He wouldn't! He dove down faster than she was falling and was soon below her. He caught her in his arms and shot back up to the surface. They were now just feet away from the dock. He got there quickly and lifted her up onto the solid wood before clinging on beside her.
"Gwen!" he called. "Gwen!" She didn't answer. She was pale and that scared him. He checked her pulse and felt it faint and growing fainter. She wasn't breathing. He had no choice but to perform CPR. He pumped her lungs four times. Nothing! He put his lips to hers and blew into her lung. She sputtered against his lips. He pulled away and help her sit up. She leaned her head over the side of the dock and vomited, the sea water leaving her lungs. Out of friendly support, he hugged her as she sobbed. She was frightened and her chest ached with every shiver. "Come on," he said. "I'll take you home."
"No! I never want to go back to that Crane Mansion again," she said, her words catching in her throat several times.
"Okay," he said. "Don't worry about it. You can come with me."
"Where are we going?" she asked with a sniffle. She looked at him like a little girl, or a baby forest animal.
"We'll go to my place," he said. "You'll be safe there. You can stay the night. Everything will be okay. I promise."
"Okay," she said, as he helped her up. She stayed close to him as he helped her walk. Every step was painful, for she had twisted her ankle when the plank broke. She yelped as she put pressure on it.
"What's the matter?" asked Luis.
"I hurt my ankle," she whimpered.
"Okay, don't worry," he said. He lifted her and had her hold the can of formula as he raced back to the house.
Gwen was surprised by how calm she felt in Luis' arms. She rested her head on his shoulder. She somehow felt everything would be okay.

They arrived at the Lopez-Fitzgerald house in no time at all. Luis had Gwen ring to doorbell because she was the only one with a free hand. Charity answered and before she could speak, she looked in awe at Gwen being carried by Luis. "Look out, coming through," he said.
Charity moved aside, letting him carry Gwen inside. "Gwen, what a surprise," she offered. "I was just about to make dinner. The more the merrier, I guess." She offered a sweet smile.
Luis carried Gwen to the kitchen where he found Miguel gently tickling Angel's little belly. She giggled in his arms. Gwen's heart was warmed by the sight of the baby and she became teary-eyed to see what Theresa was missing out on and to think that this precious little girl would never know her real mother.
Miguel was surprised to see Gwen and asked, "What happened?"
Luis sat Gwen gently in a chair. "It's a long story."
"Too long," Gwen agreed. "But in a nutshell, Luis saved my life."
"Way to go," said Miguel.
Luis reentered the room with a big towel for Gwen. She took it and thanked him and began drying herself off. She smiled at him in gratitude. He smiled back.
Charity came in. "Okay," she said, "who feels like what?"
"Charity, sweetheart," began Miguel. "We really appreciate your trying to help, but I don't think any of us will be able to eat."
Charity understood. "Okay. Can I interest anyone in coffee?"
"I'm for that and I'm sure Gwen could use one," said Luis.
"Me too," said Miguel, hugging her, whispering thanks in her ear.
"Good," Charity said, happy she could help. "So that's four coffees." Angel giggled. "And one formula," said Charity.
Luis took the baby in his arms and was about to feed her from the bottle he had just prepared, when Gwen spoke up softly from the chair beside him. "Luis," she asked, "could I do that? I mean, could I feed her? I'd like to hold her if you don't mind." She looked down, embarrassed for asking.
Luis couldn't say no. He handed Angel gently to her and the baby smiled up at Gwen. She liked this woman already. Gwen fed the baby, who was very hungry. She was so good-natured, never once fussing. "That's a good baby," said Gwen. She looked at Luis. "What's her name?"
"Angel," he answered with pride.
Gwen smiled back at the baby. "Angel. That's the perfect name for her."
"Luis!" came a furious voice from behind him. He spun around and saw Pilar in the doorway, looking tired and enraged. She stared at Gwen and the girl was frozen with fear.
"Mama, you should go back to bed," said Luis, standing and going to his mother's side.
"No," she said. "What is she doing here and why is she feeding the baby?" She glared at Gwen with anger and hatred in the purest forms.