Air…I need air…again…always… I need air. Harry struggled against the panic rising in his chest and the blackness descending over his eyes. He struggled against the duct-taped trench coat still holding him securely in the canoe. He struggled against his helmet wedged tightly between the rocks. He struggled against the bubbling white froth filled with tiny, beautiful glistening orbs of oxygen, so perfect, so logical, so - oh.

He understood everything now. A tiny smile appeared at the corners of Harry’s cold wet lips as the boulder suddenly shifted and his head popped to the surface. He coughed.

He coughed again. Reflexively, Harry plunged his paddle into the water and spun the boat around. Everyone was gone. He took a deep breath. And, with that deep breath all that Harry had known moments earlier, with omniscient certainty, vanished in the encroaching fog like a rainbow in the twilight. He had only a vague sensation of waking up in a Spanish graveyard, but that was yesterday and soon it would be tomorrow. Now it was today – this moment.
Focus. He heard Buck’s voice echoing through the decades. Breathe. Harry shook his head. Droplets of water spun out in a dance of light around him.
“Enough of this!” he declared, “Justice will rule and man’s torment will be assuaged!”
To be continued…
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