But now as he sank farther and farther from the waves above, it wasn’t the crucial moments that came to him. Instead his thoughts traveled to the outer reaches of his memories, small events long forgotten. He remembered a sentence he had read, in the paper a few days ago, and didn’t understand. He thought of an old suitcase he had stored in his uncle’s attic, a brief glance from a stranger. Inconsequential fragments all present at once during his final seconds. Seconds that were not seconds anymore but stretched out to minutes. Time suspended.