Dazed from the impact, she struggled out of her restraints in desperation to keep her head above the rising water. The icey blackness yeilded no clues to possible escape. The water rose faster and faster, her waste, now her shoulders. The deep clarity of panic rose in her that cut through the shock that was griping her mind. Now the water was up to her neck. She couldn't think straight, where was the door? Everything was tuned around. The water covered her head, the icey blackness closed in on her...
Mr. Kennedy, you know about torture, don't you?
Ouch. Kerry and Kennedy are quite a pair. "I destroyed entire villages."
Why is the swimmer still breathing air? Lawyers protect lawyers.