As if to leave him before he can leave her, she throws her head back and laughs at the screams. She will show that it doesn't matter if he escapes, if he goes away from her.

If she could know, in the dream, that he would call her friend... it might be different; but as she is now, each human life in this dream is nothing to her, prey or amusement, good only to pass an hour or two or feed the predators she leaves them to when she's finished.

As he swims upward, struggling, she starts to swim downward, paradoxically heading towards wakefulness and consciousness of her own.