James popped his head back over the edge of the liquid. He reached for her with a foreleg, but Sarah was faster. She stepped easily out of his reach, glowering at him. He couldn’t pull himself out more than a few inches before he flopped down and had to drag himself back in. “Not at all,” he said. “It’s great, you don’t feel a thing. Get in here, Sarah. You’re the reason I’m here. You’re coming.”