She could feel herself slipping away from him in the rip tide and Mary fought it as hard as she could in her weakened state. It was getting tiring, but she knew the person who had come in after her was Jim and she couldn't let him drown with her - nor could she let him go back without her. He may not have said the words, but Mary knew how he truly felt about her.

When his arm circled around her waist, Mary clung to him as best she could, though she was dizzy and nearly unconscious. They broke the surface, Mary coughing and gasping for air while trying to maintain a hold on him.