“Okay, Natasha, pull yourself together!” I tell myself. “It’s only a dream, a fantasy.
In dreams, people even die—and in the morning they laugh at their fears.”
But just in case, I decide to do a reconnaissance of the area, as my grandfather—the former intelligence officer—says.
I need to prepare escape routes.
Rescuing the drowning is the work of the drowning themselves—and I made sure of that last time…"