and it is calling her name , alwyn , alwyn , alwyn , over and over , which is not how she remembers it for it has never known her name before , and then it calls again , alwyn , alwyn , and something , not tentacles , more like hands , has hold of her feet and they are pulling her back and back and out of the tunnel and out of the red ocean and out upon dry land and her mothers face leans over her , gray hair spilling down and almost touching alwyns face , and now actually touching , and a hand shakes her shoulder , alwyn , alwyn .