91. Drowning

He couldn't breathe. As a ghost, that wouldn't have mattered, but as a human, it was a problem. The world around him was reduced to swirling colors, of which the main component seemed to be purple. Sound was also strange, it had an echo-y component to it, low keyed, slow motion voices, incoherent and garbled. His mind was in shambles, no coherent thought managed to drift into his consciousness as his oxygen deprived brain tried to restart.

"Hey," Sam said, "Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

Danny closed his eyes and shook his head to clear his mind, gripping his Nasty Shake tightly. He really shouldn't look into her eyes.