As Beatrice attended to his wound, Morgan glanced at her. As she worked over him, the way she moved....the way she acted, a memory surfaced within him. [CENTER]***[/CENTER] [b]"Stay still now. You'll make it worse."[/b] The girl gazed at him with eyes of clearest blue, as her golden locks fell to her shoulders. Trying to stand, Morgan was felt with the resistance of a hand as she pushed him back down. [b]"They say you're the best huh?"[/b]7 Her tone was none too impressed as she looked down at him, lying there with a bandage over his head. [b]"Is that how you got that head wound sparring with your crewmates, or was it just typical laddish boisterousness?"[/b] Lying back down, Morgan laughed, turning his head around to face her. [b]"Who bit you this morning? Are you always in this much of a bad mood?"[/b] The sound of her sigh was the sort of sound that one would make when they were tired of dealing with complete and utter imbeciles. [b]"I suggest physical activity to make sure your cognitive faculties, lacking though they are, are not damaged from the blow you took. I suggest the pool."[/b] Picking up a bag of supplies, the girl threw them over at him. [b]"I hope you're ready for a swim."[/b] Catching the supplies, Morgan grinned, still looking to her. [b]"I still got it,"[/b] he stuck out his tongue as he glanced down to the bag he held. [b]"What's your name?"[/b] The blonde girl turned around, looking at him, her blue eyes glinting from the hint of curiosity. [b]"Vanna. My name is Vanna."[/b] [CENTER]***[/CENTER] [i]She tossed him a bag of supplies and his gear and she told him "I hope you're ready for a swim."[/i] Catching the supplies, Morgan grinned, still looking to her. [b]"I still got it,"[/b] he said, looking down to the bag he held. Beginning to stick out his tongue at her, he suddenly paused..... His face drained of colour and his blood turned to ice. [b]"V.....Vanna?"[/b] The sound of his voice....there, for a second, it was broken.....smashed like a glass dropped to the floor. But of course, the woman standing before him wasn't Vanna. Vanna had died in his arms. Nor was it anything more than the ghost of a memory that simply would not let him go. Shaken, Morgan turned away from her. Opening the bag with trembling hands, he looked inside to see the gear that she had put inside it. Nodding his head in approval, Morgan kept his face turned away from her. Zipping the bag back up, he went over to a storage container to the back of the cockpit. Opening it, he took out two wetsuits. Throwing one to Beatrice while still keeping his face away from her, Morgan quickly donned the second one. As Beatrice put on the other wetsuit, Morgan strapped the oxygen canister to his back, and placed the mask over his face. Walking over to the console, he glanced out of the window as the Falcon continued to sink. The underwater world passed them by on the outside. On the odd occasion he could see shadowy shapes flitting in and out of view as they plummeted down.....still further down. Yet there was no choice, irrespective of the danger. This was something that they had to do. Finally looking back to Beatrice, he simply nodded to see that she was ready. Then he flipped the switch to open the pod.