"Really makes you feel like the entire weight of the world is pressing down on you sometimes? I mean like... Literally." Sam had spent their entire time incarcerated staring into the dark water outside that bubble and wondering what sky looked like, and he was pretty sure he wasn't too long for sanity. Like he really was starting to think the bubble was shrinking. He'd never known he was claustrophobic until he was trapped at the bottom of the ocean.

He stretched out on one of the sea sponge couches and gave it a punch up to see if felt more like SOFA and less like a kitchen cast-off. "You want to make bets on who we'll want to feed to the sharks first? Or maybe we'll all be best friends." Unlikely. Sam Gusey was a prickly little pickle.