Fiona swims through the bright light, following blue ribbons in the
hope of finding their source. At first she found it difficult to
achieve any kind of motion: she just hung there, bathed in light,
limbs flapping aimlessly. If I was in water, she'd thought, I'd be
drowning by now. Slowly, however, she found a way to steady herself,
then gradually began to move forward. It's all about grabbing
handfuls of light, she thinks, grabbing and pushing them behind her.
Now she's moving at a steady pace, pulling herself through the
shine, towards something huge, bright and familiar. For a while she
can't quite make out what it is, but she knows without thinking that
it's where she must go, swimming forward until her destination
acquires a little more detail. When it does, she almost gasps,
realising she's heading towards a giant eye.
