Chapter Thirty-Seven

Deep Submersive Vehicle (DSV) Neptune.

Ocean floor.

Depth 18,129 meters.

Tuesday, July 31, 3:02 a.m.

She saved her breath in the diminishing oxygen, waiting to die, curled on the floor, staring into space as minutes ticked by like hours.

She was totally alone.

On the AUV monitors, the sub lay upside down in the darkness of the ocean floor.

There to spend all eternity.

The fallen flashlight cleaved a weak beam.

Jane Clark sat on the floor against the wall in the utter darkness in her submarine sarcophagus.

Polidori’s soaked corpse was sprawled across the cockpit.

The woman lay in a different position on the floor, which was now the rear of the sub. In her hand, she had a colored Sharpie and was drawing childlike pictures of flowers and hearts on the steel plating, whistling to herself like she was in kindergarten.

She was regressing.