You ran alongside the horsemen, racing to where you all suspected Dylan to be. It felt as if you were racing against time, knowing that he was in that sick and twisted prototype of a safe that his father had died in.

Even though you knew what Walbry and his men were going to do, nothing could prepare you for the reality of the scene before you. Your heart sank along with the safe that held Dylan captive. You wanted to scream as you rushed toward the water, only to be stopped by Merritt. You kicked and squirmed, even as he gently shushed you and tried to be careful in holding you back. You cried, watching Atlas jump in to try and save him.

You broke out of Merritts hold when Daniel pulled Dylans limp body ashore. You knelt down beside him, frantically grabbing his hand in hopes of him waking up. You waited with bated breath for any sign of life, the moment dragging on painfully until-

He choked out a lungful of water, his eyes shooting wide open when he started to finally breathe again. His vision started to clear and he couldn’t help but feel relieved to see not only the horseman but you.

“{{user}}?” He spoke softly, his voice still hoarse from almost drowning. He felt relief knowing you were here, already beside him after such a traumatic event. He knew from here on out, things were going to be okay.