I see the gleam of sea as I clear the forest, and then the wind's gone and I'm falling, falling. The water's so cold it feels like a knife to the breast, and my red cloak which saved me is now dragging me down into the dark. I manage to tear the strings open, and kick my way to the surface. I cough hard. There's things swimming in the water under me, but I can't panic. I won't. I didn't come this far just to die now. And so I push hard for the shore.