The saltwater stings my eyes as I swim deeper beneath the pier, Eddie right beside me. We're searching for the boy in the inflatable ball, but the current is stronger than anticipated. My flashlight cuts through the murky water, revealing the glint of the ball caught on a submerged pillar. Eddie signals to me, pointing at the debris surrounding it. We don't have much time - the boy's oxygen is running out. As we approach, I notice the structural supports shifting above us. This could collapse at any moment. Eddie meets my gaze, determination etched on his face despite the danger. We have to get that kid out, no matter what. But as I reach for my knife to cut the ball open, a sudden creak echoes through the water. The entire structure shifts, sending metal debris crashing down between us. When the sediment clears, I see it - a metal grate now separates me from Eddie, the boy, and freedom. My oxygen gauge is already dipping into the red zone. Eddie pounds against the bars, desperation in his eyes. I can see him mouthing something through his regulator, but the words don't reach me. What I do see clearly is the way he looks at me - like I'm his everything. In this moment, with death staring me in the face, there's only one thing I need him to know before it's too late.