They hid in the cave, underwater. It had been seven weeks, spent inside this cave. Their skin was pale from lack of sun, and their hair was stringy with salt. But he still told her that she was beautiful, and put anemones behind her ear. There had been quiet moments spent watching dolphins play, the hush while one watched and the other slept. They had danced under the chandelier of thousands of glowing jellyfish, the ocean had been their safe place. A thrumming noise. They turned, he pulled her to him, and they embraced. Lips to lips, arms wrapped tightly. Desperation. "This might be the last time--” "I know.” "If--” "No.” A ship emerged from behind the small hill that had the cave. The thrumming grew stronger. Two sylph-like bodies swam, feet pulsing, lungs breathing water. A thud. A piercing scream. The doctor looked at the captain. Her gray eyes. "My. God. What have you done?” She looked through him. She put on a mask, and swam out to the body. Pulled it back in. "It has wings.”