Xaviers!

Air.

Rising in ribbons of tiny bubbles through the dark.

She takes a sharp breath and the cold dark suffuses her, suspends her in the abyss.

Samantha. Such a small name. So insignificant in the face of everything. But she'd help her shed it. She understands.

Shadows move in the darkness beneath the waves, a body swelling, unrestrained for a while. But what breaches the surface is merely head and shoulders of a woman. She opens her mouth and with an otherworldly resonance she sings. The words echo with promise and longing, a dirge as much as a lure. Tonight she will remind them what it truly means to leave the safe harbor...

"...several casualties as a trawler drifted off course for as of yet unknown reasons and collided with a small container ship off the coast. Other, smaller accidents disrupted ship traffic to and from the Thames, leading to speculations of errors in the navigational systems, but investigations are still ongoing and many crews are reporting trouble recalling the exact circumstances that lead to the collision, seeming confused about how proximity alerts and navigational lights seem to have gone unnoticed."

Sam wakes up on the couch in the common room to the sideways view of the television playing a news report. Her skin feels dry and flaky and in the daze of rousing from her sleep her mouth seems filled with the taste of the sea.