Pete had come by, coming with food and drink. He was tired, he admitted it, but he wasn't about to give up on anyone he cared about. He had been spending time with Myka, in her mirror coma, and with Tess, trying to distract her from Lionel, and all the while, he had been wishing he knew how to make thing better.
For anyone, really. All he did, anymore, it seemed, was fail people.
When he let himself in, he heard something vaguely. "Tess?" Silence greeted him, and he glanced at his watch. Okay, well, it was midnight, but... then he heard something again.
With growing alarm, he headed toward it. "Tess! Are you here?"
When he burst into the room and he saw Tess laying so still his heart slammed to a stop and he stared, then leaped forward. No no no, not again!
And he leaped ion, dragged Tess out of the water, and set her on the floor, hands, straightening her airway, and checking her pulse. "Tess! " Without waiting, he started compressions, and leaned in, and breathed into her mouth.