That night started with a dream. The same dream she had been having since meeting the boy. She’s in the dark but she can’t distinguish any details, unusual for a deep-sea dweller. The black comes with immense pressure not only physically but mentally. Ina experienced despair and hopelessness that she never had when she was awake. But she was done with the boy so she was done with this dream. Ina exaggerated her movements in the dream. There was a release and light emitted from her body, waking her up. Her mind would not let her sleep, so she began analyzing. Why am I having these dreams? What does it mean that I changed this one? Were there any others that were notably different? Yes, the first one. It was the worst of them all, the most intense…The day I met that boy… NO! Ina’s realization made her furious. That dream was the night before I met him. The reason I left so early. The reason I was near the bluff. That stupid dream is the reason I met that stupid boy.

Anger clouded her tired mind. She needed energy so she went to hunt. The fish sparkled, not something she usually noticed. Ina watched them surround her, oblivious to their fate. She was almost mesmerized by them but a hunger pain snapped her out of it. The full stomach calmed her down immensely and sent her into a brief slumber. She awoke to the early morning light penetrating the water. Then the shouting began.