The water had been the only place Nemesis would not follow him. She wouldn't step foot in the sea, and it was only after several bruises that Ken had gotten her to let him wash her.

The water had been the obvious choice.

The first step had been unbearably cold, the second just as bad. But now, waist deep, his legs burned with cold, and he could barely feel it. Waves had crashed into him, soaking him from head to toe, and he was surprised that he had no already been taken out to sea. His chest heaved with strained breaths.

His eyes were locked on the vast nothing before him, and he trembled from head to toe.

I'm going to die here.