Greetings from Whistlebird! Much thanx for the reviews! Sorry it took me so long to post this next chapter and sorry it's so short. But hey, it's finished! This part anyway…

Yes, this next bit's from Caitlin's point of view. I hope you like it. : )

Disclaimer: I do not own the Miles or Caitlin or Laura or Rich or Nim (however much I'd like to) or anyone else in Surface. If I did I would know what actually happened. (cry)

"MILES!!" I screamed over the edge of the chapel roof at the water.

Where was he? Where did he hit? I couldn't see a thing. It was shock for a few moments. It just happened so fast I stood there gawking at the spot of air Miles had filled a second ago. Just a few moments of shock and then the hot tears filling my eyes faster than I could stop them blurred everything—the water, the tips of tall buildings, my own hands as they shook uncontrollably on the wall. What was I doing just standing here stupidly staring at the spot where I thought I had seen him last? Why had I not stopped his fall?

Without even thinking I scrambled to climb onto the precipice. But I had only one leg up when I felt two pairs of strong hands pull me back. I stumbled backwards and sat down hard on the stone, blinking back more tears. I covered my face with my hands.

Dimly, I noticed Nim's hoarse cries. He was moving along the wall, yelling down and pacing. I tried to put the sound out of my head. I wasn't having much success.

"He's gone, he's gone for good," I mumbled bitterly. And it was all my fault.

"Hey, hey, calm down," I heard the man named Rich say. He sounded shocked too, but not enough to satisfy me. "You jump in after him—and that's the last thing that's going to make anything better."

"Yea and what is going to make it better?" I sobbed. "You don't care about Miles, you don't even know him. He just fell over the edge and died and you don't even care…I can't believe he just fell, just like that, and I didn't even…" I stopped, no longer knowing what I was saying.

"Well how do you know he's not alright? Maybe he just…I don't know…" Rich's voice picked up as if there was actually a chance Miles hadn't been killed by falling off a building. "He could be swimming down there right now, right as rain…" he trailed off probably knowing just how much of an effect he was having in convincing me of something so ridiculous.

Laura's somber voice came from the direction of the edge. "Rich, to fall from this height…I don't think anyone could have survived that."

As if in response, Nim cried out. Rich looked at him a little nervously. The little dragon looked out at the ocean then and cried again, like he was greeting someone he knew.

I looked up from my tears. Uh oh. I did not have a good feeling about whatever it was. Something was coming. Again. I had an idea but, oh how I hoped I was wrong. But then, what could we expect? Did we think we'd be ignored?

Now what? I thought.

I lost sight of Nimrod as he jumped over the edge and into the watery wreckage below. I leaned over, no suicidal intentions this time, and searched my drowned hometown. Nim was nowhere to be seen. Miles…I couldn't see him either. I turned away, not wanting to think. Miles…!