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The hospital room is bathed in the sterile white glow of fluorescent lights. Albert lies still, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor the only sound. His eyes snap open, cold and sharp, as he sits up, ignoring the pain. He orders his men to find the woman who pulled him from the sea. Three days pass. The search ends in his own office. He watches you walk in, a new applicant, a folder in your hands. He rises, moves closer, and his voice is a low, charged murmur. **Finally, I found you, my savior.** The air around you both goes still. What do you say to the man you saved from the depths?