She had somehow managed to shuck off her shoes as she made her way further from the shore. Her scrub pants, which had always been somewhat loose, were easy enough to let slip away. Her shirt was still heavy and wet, but as she stops for a moment to tread water, it was easy to pull it off over her head and let it sink to the bottom of the lake.

It's then that she heard a voice, and it pulled her from her trance, if only for a moment. Her head turned toward the noise so that she could catch sight of the man trying to swim toward her, and if his eyesight was good, he would realize that her own eyes were wide and afraid.

"I can't."

She yelled the words from that distance away even as the music grew even louder in her head, drowning out anything he might say afterward. It had her and it wouldn't give her up so easily.

She turned and kept swimming. There was a reason she was here, she was sure of it. After a few long strokes, she took a deep breath, and dove.