Her children cry for her and she cannot go to them, and this, beyond the cruel grip around her soul, is what pains her most. She reaches--she reaches--

She is released.

She gasps, whips around. A whine fills her ears; her children imprisoned in too-blue water fills her sight. There is a man in the room, but he has not yet seen her.

On noise-less feet, she makes for the nearest prison.