Andy shrieked out a laugh when Booker caught her, bubbling up through the water: neither of them would drown so easily, and she twisted away from his grasping hands under the water, darting through the water like a fish. She could move faster than him, it was true, but he was a stronger swimmer than she.

They thrashed for a moment until she kicked free and swam to the edge, hand grasping the tiled edge though her ankles were still in easy grasp.