pool.

It didn't take much. 

Laughter, splashes, a phone call. 

Silence. 

Twenty seconds, maybe less and she couldn't see him, maybe he was inside, maybe he dried off. 

Hair. 

Floated like seaweed at the bottom of the pool, on a body that seemed too small, too small, too small. 

A scream, a splash. 

Breathe, breathe, BREATHE. 

Her cries rip from her throat and she pushes and pushes and pushes until strong hands wrench her away from him. They hold her as they take him and she bites and thrashes and screams. They can't. Where is he? It was only a second. Where is he? 

There's a grey hand, a grey chest. 

All she can see is grey. 

And then it goes black.