The water. The lake. It flows through our veins, and there's nothing we can do about it… It's like venom.

She felt a strong pull toward the water and it was more than curiosity…

There was something about this place that brought out the best and worst in you, pushing you to extremes.

No one touched the bottom of the lake and lived. If you were lucky, you'd surface wide-eyed and frantic, babbling at the darkness, the thickness of what lay below. If you were unlucky, underwater recovery dragged the lake for your body.