Greg sank deeper and deeper, until he lost consciousness completely, accepting the embrace of the invisible hands, surrendering to the cold, comforting darkness of the abyss.
"W..."
"Wa..."
"Wake..."
Faint, distant voices called to him, but he was too far submerged in the water to make out what they were saying. They were too distant.
"Wake..."
Wake? Greg thought to himself. He couldn't comprehend what the voice was saying. Wake up from what? He was perfectly fine—having a nice, cozy... sleep? Yes, he was sleeping. But why was he sleeping? He didn't know. Still, why should he care? It wasn't wrong to sleep, was it?
"Wake up!!!"
The voice came faintly, but clearer this time.
"Wake up!"
