The voice in her head was much louder than his in this instance. She was freezing, and her breathing was shallower now, accompanied by the telltale wheezing of an asthmatic. Water, water, water, the voice in her head said, and she shrugged off the coat, and she gave his ear one last scratch as she stood and kicked off her shoes. "If we make it back to Bellum, I'll show how things aren't normal," she said, thinking of the teacups she'd strung across Esme's kitchen windows the previous day. She hardly had to tell him that, however, because she was about to dive into Lake Michigan in February.