Maybe they won't even die at all. Maybe this is it, this is eternity. Stuck here forever. Howard could ask for worse company, but that's about the only good thing he can think of.

They can't be out of air yet. Even with his panicking, there should be an hour or so, he thinks, although he can't do the math in his head. It's just the panic. Just fear.

In an hour it won't be, but right now it is.

Howard can't think of what to do, so he fumbles around through the dark until he finds Cedric's shirt and clutches at Cedric, sobbing into his shoulder.

And yet...something is digging into his ankle. Something pointy and made of smooth wood. Once he's cried it out a little he may be able to reach it.