Written: on the couch
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Inspired by: watching a lot of trailers for scary movies involving cave diving and sharks that live in lakes
After the accident, Jim started cave diving in Indian Springs. It cost thousands of dollars, the equipment and the medical bills, they kept both in the spare bedroom where he now slept. He said it was better for his back.
Sometimes Izzy would go with him, to help with the equipment and make sure he stayed safe. She would watch him saddle the mask over his eyes and nose and submerge. Then, she would wait in the car, listening to country music and smoking cigarettes until he came back, when she would try to see if he was still the same as he once was.