Reunion 151 / 0918 The water surrounded him; the sound of bubbles rose around him as air that had followed him down found its natural course back to the surface.Reunion 151 / 0918 The water surrounded him; the sound of bubbles rose around him as air that had followed him down found its natural course back to the surface. He had adjusted to the intense cold, and found pleasure in just floating in the silent, crystalline water. As he floated a peculiar feeling swept him, a feeling that seemed to come more from within his own brain then from anything outside. He opened his eyes and headed for air. As he broke surface, he looked around. "Greta?" She was nowhere to be seen. And he was no longer in the pool of water he had jumped into earlier; he was in what looked like a fountain, only it was obviously deep enough to hold his body. It was also very still; only his treading water disturbed the otherwise calm surface. The fountain was lined with ancient, dusty-gray granite stones, each square-cut to fit against its neighbor, and each overgrown with ivy. The day had been warm and sunny; now clouds covered the sky and hid the overhead sun. |