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later."
    "See—"
    Clarke switches off her receiver.
    Poor stupid fish . How many millennia did it take for them to learn that bioluminescence equals food? How long will Beebe have to sit here before they learn that electric light doesn't?
    We could keep our headlights off. Maybe they'd leave us alone—
    She stares out past Beebe's electric halo. There is so much blackness there. It almost hurts to look at it. Without lights, without sonar, how far could she go into that viscous shroud and still return?
    Clarke kills her headlight. Night edges a bit closer, but Beebe's lights keep it at bay. Clarke turns until she's face to face with the darkness. She crouches like a spider against Beebe's hull.
    She pushes off.
    The darkness embraces her. She swims, not looking back, until her legs grow tired. She doesn't know how far she's come.
    But it must be light-years. The ocean is full of stars.
    Behind her, the station shines brightest, with coarse yellow rays. In the opposite direction, she can barely make out the Throat, an insignificant sunrise on the horizon.
    Everywhere else, living constellations punctuate the dark. Here, a string of pearls blink sexual advertisements at two-second intervals. Here, a sudden flash leaves diversionary afterimages swarming across Clarke's field of view; something flees under cover of her momentary blindness. There, a counterfeit worm twists lazily in the current, invisibly tied to the roof of some predatory mouth.
    There are so many of them.
    She feels a sudden surge in the water, as if something big has just passed very close. A delicious thrill dances through her body.
    It nearly touched me, she thinks. I wonder what it was. The rift is full of monsters who don't know when to quit. It doesn't matter how much they eat. Their voracity is as much a part of them as their elastic bellies, their unhinging jaws. Ravenous dwarves attack giants twice their own size, and sometimes win. The abyss is a desert; no one can afford the luxury of waiting for better odds.
    But even a desert has oases, and sometimes the deep hunters find them. They come upon the malnourishing abundance of the rift and gorge themselves; their descendants grow huge and bloated over such delicate bones—
    My light was off, and it left me alone. I wonder—
    She turns it back on. Her vision clouds in the sudden glare, then clears. The ocean reverts to unrelieved black. No nightmares accost her. The beam lights empty water wherever she points it.
    She switches it off. There's a moment of absolute darkness while her eyecaps adjust to the reduced light. Then the stars come out again.
    They are so beautiful. Lenie Clarke rests on the bottom of the ocean and watches the abyss sparkle around her. And she almost laughs as she realizes, three thousand meters from the nearest sunlight, that it's only dark when the lights are on.
    * * *
    "What the hell is wrong with you? You've been gone for over three hours, did you know that? Why didn't you answer me?"
    Clarke bends over and removes her fins. "I guess I turned my receiver off," she says. "I was—wait a second, did you say—"
    "You guess ? Have you forgotten every safety reg they drilled into us? You're supposed to have your receiver on from the moment you leave Beebe until you get back!"
    "Did you say three hours ?"
    "I couldn't even come out after you, I couldn't find you on sonar! I just had to sit here and hope you'd show up!"
    It only seems a few minutes since she pushed off into the darkness. Clarke climbs up into the lounge, suddenly chilled.
    "Where were you, Lenie?" Ballard demands, coming up behind her. Clarke hears the slightest plaintive tone in her voice.
    "I—I must've been on the bottom," Clarke says. "that's why sonar didn't get me. I didn't go far."
    Was I asleep? What was I doing for three hours?
    "I was just — wandering around. I lost track of the time. I'm sorry."
    "Not good enough. Don't do it again."
    There's a brief silence. It's ended by the sudden, familiar