Two days before the world ends, the sea turns black.
Skye almost drowns in it, something about the way the waves call to her strangely comforting. Somehow, it reminds her of home.
Until she's gasping for air and her chest is twisting, heart pounding flat against her ribcage.
Her heart, for some reason, isn't as strong as it used to be.
She manages to drag herself out (ignores the way the waves whisper for her to stay) and stares into the sky. The sun has turned an alarming shade of purple.
It's harder than she thinks it is, trying to find Jeffrey. Most days, she stays in and dreams about the sea.
When she's actually actively trying to avoid drowning, she goes down to the basement and listens to the radio. Her cell phone's dead, and the computer is covered in blood (Jane had coughed on it).
She usually finds Iantha sprawled out on the bed she'd managed to convince Skye to drag down the basement steps and into the middle of the room, Batty and Ben on opposite sides of her.
"Skye!" Iantha says, eyes widening.
Batty very nearly falls off the bed.
"What?"
She spins around, catches sight of herself in the mirror.
Her eyes are as dark as the sea.