We continue to swim through the corridors, etched in a pale light, our bodies moving like silhouettes against the current, swift and fleet as we travel from one room to the next with little more than a word between us.
With my thoughts trained on the welfare of my friends, and my husband, I have barely any time to take in my watery surroundings as we are led through corridor to the next, rounding past draping, silken cloth and glass paintings of prior kings and queens of the underwater realm, ducking under tentacle like chandeliers and weaving our way past tiny blue crabs that scuttle like mice along the walls.
