Breaking the surface once more, Ashley paddles, still coughing and unable to really catch her breath. Then there's someone else, and she turns, thankful to have found Henry

Except it's not him.

Part of her rails against giving up, but her lungs are screaming and she isn't certain she's not still coughing up water. Or just sucking more down when she surfaces.

Her hand grips his arm, shaking her head so that her blonde hair whips about her face. "I can't go. Henry. He has to be here," she manages, voice hoarse and expression pained. "He was with me when they found us. He has to be here."