It's dark, so very dark and cold - you've never been so cold in your life. You think this must be what death feels like, parts of your body freezing bit by bit until your heart stops beating and the breath in your lungs turns to ice.
He's telling you to get out, voice full of twisted hatred with a slight tremor that gives away the fact that he's just as cold as you are. The water is so black it looks like oil, and it feels just as heavy against your skin. There's a pulsating pain at the back of your head and dried blood on your face, but you know you have to keep going. The stone is slick and slippery beneath your grasp as you slide your fingers into the cracks and pull yourself upwards, each movement sending waves of pain throughout your body.
It seems to take an eternity to reach the top, and with one final heave your body makes contact with cold concrete. The sound of music and laughter is somewhere beyond you, faint and wispy in the air, but you ignore it for now.
The dark haired woman - Theresa - is unconscious as he lifts her up to you, and your muscles scream in protest as you pull, pull, pull-- then she's out, somehow, and you nearly fall backwards but don't. It all seems like some kind of nightmare, and the pounding in your ears is so loud that you don't notice the silence just yet. A muffled sound like a strangled scream pierces your ears and then you remember. Remember the one left behind in the water, the one who stayed to get her out.
The water is just as black, even more so now, but the surface is empty and the light ripples are already disappearing.
Something is clawing its way up your throat and then everything explodes in front of your eyes, black then white and finally red before fading away. A distant roar, barely human, and then silence like cold black water.