Stopping my stroke I floated as motionless as possible. The skull-fly was hovering directly in front of me. Its already illuminated red eyes flashed brighter as the scan ceased its vigil, finding the target of its curiosity. My lungs screamed at me as the O2 faded from my submersed body. There we were facing each other, the fluttering wings looked like a kaleidoscope through the transparent material if the collection sack. Was it smiling at me? Something behind the fly garnered my attention momentarily, a glint of light struck quickly and I caught sight of motion coming from the direction of my long trek. I began to lose consciousness