Then the cold lessened, the impossible numbness replaced with an enveloping warmth. Red looked up to glimpse sky rippling through open water, fishermen waving at him as he drifted past. He half felt, half saw, something vast approaching, and he twisted his body. The Bridge’s masonry towers sank away into blackness, while the open mouth of a steel duct belched huge steam bubbles. He pushed upward, kicked with his boots, and his head broke the oily surface. He managed one freezing gulp of air, went under again, then clawed his way back up.