When the boy kicked to the surface, Archer swam in a wide arc, trying to find the other two. How hard could it be? But he was starting to run out of air, and his lungs were burning as he saw a lock of blonde hair flutter in the gentle current of the water. He extended both hands, clawing through the water as if he were crawling, until he reached the little castle.
There she was, crouched behind it. Not offering her the same courtesy he had Nick - there was no time for kindness - Archer reached out and clapped an invisible hand on her arm, hoping that she understood. Without pausing to ensure that she hadn't gasped in surprise and drowned, he set out to try and find the third one. Where was she?