Seth starts swimming toward me, chopping through the water like he has scissors for arms. The water froths around him and the Jaws theme song plays in my head. I used to get so frustrated watching movies where disaster was heading towards the damsel and she just stood there doing nothing, doe-eyed and jaw-dropped, but I get it now. There is something about an approaching disaster that compels you to stay in place for as long as possible until you are within arms reach of it. Then you flee.
When Seth no longer has to swim and instead is able to touch the bottom of the lake, only then do I break into a run. I am screaming both out of excitement and trepidation because it's not a matter of if Seth catches up to me but a matter of when. Glancing over my shoulder, I find him up to his knees i
