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"There's no key!" I'm panicking.

"Alright, Quinn, listen. You're gonna have to go and find some help." She looks at me with an unreadable expression for a minute. "It'll be alright."

I cross the room to where she stands, "I'll be right back." I tell her, kissing her.

"I'll just wait here!" She yells as I'm leaving the room. I smile a little, despite the situation.

I move down through the water logged corridors, looking for anyone who can help. It's getting harder to move fast the more the water rises.

I come to a junction, and looking up the corridor, I can see that the water is far too high to walk through, so I take the stairs.

"Hello, is there anyone here?" I start running again. "Hello? Is there anyone down here?" I can feel my panic rising. "We need help, hello!" I'm close to tears. "Damn it."

I stand for a minute, looking down each corridor. "Can anyone hear me? Hello!"

I feel slightly relieved when I turn and see a man running in my direction.

"Oh, thank god." He looks like he's going to pass me. "Wait, please. I need your help! My friend is trapped down here." He runs around my arms and takes off again down the corridor. "Wait!" My heart sinks as I watch him disappear. I can't let Britt die down here.

"Hello?" I shout again, slumping a little. The electrics have been diming on and off since I came down, but now they shut off almost completely, leaving me in the dark. I can hear the ship groan under the pressure before they go back up. I can feel the lump in my throat rise, but then I hear something else. Footsteps.

"Hello!"

"Miss, you shouldn't be down here!" A steward has rounded the corner, carrying some life jackets.

"I need your help, please!" He ignores me.

"We'll get you topside. This way, quickly." He starts to pull me along the corridor.

"There's a girl down here, and she's trapped!" I tell him, but he isn't paying attention.

"This way, no need to panic!" He's still pulling me along the corridor.

"No, I'm not panicking, you're going the wrong way!" I feel a little out of control of my body, and what I do next shocks me. "Let go of me! Listen" I pull my hand back and punch the man before he realises my intention, he falls back to the wall, blood erupting from his nose.

He looks at me for a second. "The hell with you!" He yells at me, running off.

I lean my head back against the wall for a second, letting my eyes flutter closed, and realise I'm exhausted. When I open my eyes however, something catches my sight.

I take the fire hose from the wall, and use it to break the casing. An axe. If I can't find anyone to help us, I'll help myself. I grab the weapon from its casing, and move back down to where I know Brittany will be waiting for me.

When I reach the stairs, I see how high the water has risen. I'll definitely be swimming back. I descend slowly, then stop to take off my jacket, knowing the heavy material will weigh me down, and then step into the water.

Britt was right about that, it's freezing, colder than I'd ever imagined. Part of me wants to jump up out of the water and run back to my room, where I know Rachel has been keeping the heat up. Poor Rachel. I swallow hard. Using the pipes running along the ceiling of the corridor, I begin to shimmy my way down, letting go when my feet can touch the floor again.

I barge into the room, pushing various floating objects out of the way with the tip of my axe.

"Britt" I smile despite myself.

I lift up the axe, and she looks confused.

"Will this work? To free you, I mean."

"I guess we'll find out. Come on." She hold her cuffed hands over the pipe she's chained to. I move closer and lift the axe.

"Wait!" She tells me. I look at her questioningly. "Shouldn't you practice first? Look, go and hit that door."

I move over to a cabinet on the other side of the room, and hit the axe against it, leaving a mark.

"Now try and hit the same spot again." It occurs to me that Britt is smarter than she seems sometimes.

I lift the axe and bring it down again, completely missing where I'd hit the first time.

"Okay, that's enough practice!" She tells me, and I turn again, worry evident on my face. "Come on Quinn, you can do it." She holds the cuffs out again. "Do it hard, and fast."

I lift the axe a little. "Wait, open your hands a little more. It'll give you more control." I remember her telling me something about chopping wood with her dad when she was younger, and realise that's why she knows what she's doing. I do as she says then lift the axe again.

She looks at me, her blue eyes as innocent as ever.

"I trust you."

I swing the axe through the air hard and fast, like she told me, half expecting to cut off her hand instead of the cuffs, but when I hear the sound of metal on metal, and not of screaming, I'm relieved.

She jumps away from the pipe and hugs me tightly. "Come on, let's go!" She steps down into the water. "This is cold!"

When we get out into the corridor, I look up the way I came and realise that the corridor is flooded with water, which is quickly rising. "This is the way out." I'm sure I sound a little defeated.

She grabs my hand. "We'll have to find another way." We begin to move down through the shallower water.