Ankyra Sound pèt yo

Deep waters. Rae hesitated, pausing to tread water as Mireille made her way toward her own position. Any sign of 'em? She called out, pressing forward again when it seemed that Mireille was close.

Searching in the water was not a hopeful sign. No child could hope to survive this, or at least Rae thought so. But even a body would be better than nothing at all; at least then they would have closure.