Just as Archer was about to begin the search for Serena, he saw her rising to the surface. "Damnit," he cursed internally. Though he wanted to simply wait, he knew that he'd die if he tried. So he kicked upwards, letting his natural buoyancy carry him to the surface.
He broke the water's surface as Serena was catching her breath, and took a few moments to do the same. Flailing, he grabbed at the edge of the bowl, coughing and hacking. If the others looked hard enough, they'd be able to see mouthfuls of water swirling about in the air as he sputtered, spitting out swallowed gulps of water.
Heaving, he looked to Rosalie and Nick as Serena dove back down. "We're almost finished," he gasped, pressing both hands to his cheeks. His arms made little ripples in the water as he moved. "Just wait." With that, he dove back down.
The fishbowl felt more familiar this time. He expertly dodged the hungry fish - they couldn't eat what they couldn't see - and made a beeline for the outermost plastic plant.
He systematically searched every hiding place until he found the dark-haired woman. Resisting the urge to gasp in victory, he crawled towards her, reaching out with his spindly, invisible fingers. His fingertips brushed her arm just above the elbow, and to ensure that there was no confusion, he inched forward until the pad of his palm touched her.
Suddenly, he felt something in the water change. Looking up, he watched the enormous fish that were currently circling Rosalie and Nick fade into nothing. He felt a pang of hope as the water level slowly began to fall, the entire bowl rumbling loudly as it drained.
Archer floated to the surface, gasping and breathing with appreciation as he sank with the others, riding the surface of the water down. "We've done it!" he shouted over the chaos.