When the water was about up to our knees and our rolled up pants were soaked from the cuffs all the way up to the pockets, I started to feel this incredible pressure in my head. I squeezed your hand because it startled me, and then suddenly my nose began to bleed terribly and I suppose I passed out. When I woke up I was on my back in the sand underneath the shade of the bridge, and you were laying beside me, on your back too, reading a book held up in front of your face so that I could not see your eyes. I didn’t want to ask you what happened. But I supposed you’d dragged me out of the water. What else could have happened? Closing my eyes again, I tried to think of something rational to say. I don’t know why, but I felt petrified. I can only imagine the blood in the water and my body noncommittal as you dragged me out, pretending nothing happened.