Murphy was getting a chill up his spine, as if a block of ice was merely resting on his back. He tried to look around in this sea of cold darkness; his senses were unable to pick anything up. His sense of feel was all he had, and that was about useless at this point. All he could do was hope that whatever this was, it wasnâ€™t going to kill him just yet.  He had no control of his body besides his head, and that started to scare him considerably. After what seemed like several minutes of this cold feeling increasing throughout his body, his hope began to dwindleâ€¦<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Splish! Splash!</span>The water greeted his face similar to the hello of a large dog, licking all across his face with a fair amount of force and speed. For a moment, he actually thought it was his familyâ€™s bulldog that was licking him.<br/><br/>â€œTank! Stop it! That tickles!â€ He chuckled, squirming about. It wasnâ€™t until a breath of water rushed to his lungs that he awoke from his dream, slowly realizing where he was. He coughed for a few moments, getting the water out of his lungs as he tried to get a feel for his surroundings. He was in an airplane filling with water, with nothing in sight but the dim appearance of an exit sign. It was off to his right, where the water had already filled up, but he could think of no other option. He would save himself or die trying.<br/><br/>After a minute long struggle with his seatbelt and trying to keep his head above water level, he finally succeeded in freeing himself from his seat. He stood up on the seat he freed himself from and mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do next. After some physical preparation of controlling his breathing into deep, steady breaths, he kicked his seat, giving him a boost as he swam to the other side of the plane. As he got above the emergency exit door light, he knew he only had one chance to escape after the door opened up. After opening the door, the water would rush in faster, and he would have no time to come back up in the plane for more air.<br/><br/>After inhaling two lungs full of air, he dove down and worked on the emergency door. He felt a handle and pulled it up. He felt the door move slightly and pulled it back, his feet planted on the hard surface near it. With a little bit of work, the door came off and rushed into the plane, leading the water that was pushing it. He was now at the point of no return. There was no way to get more air, and his body was asking for it. He pushed through the rushing water, using a fair amount of strength to force his body out of the plane.<br/><br/>Murphy looked up and saw a glimpse of light at the surface. He began swimming up to greet what little light was left, but his lungs were burning. They wanted air, and they wanted it now. As he swam up, his body began to become harder to move, and he was losing focus rapidly. There seemed to be no end to the distance from him and the surface of the water, and he was beginning to lose his vision. His body was shutting down, and there was not a thing he could do now but keep swimming up. Another round of unconsciousness began settling in and his world went black, his last thoughts wondering if he would ever make it out of his watery prison alive.