She wouldn't even look at it, the picture would be thrown straight back out of the prison, kinda, if thats possible. He doesn't get to be the good guy this time around, in this story, he is the bad guy. Sandy would grab her chest as simply holding her breath wasn't enough anymore. Her lungs were filling with water as she coughed at splattered for life, each time trying to gasp, each time just breaking in more and making it worse. Her vision would begin to fade as her head would slowly get lighter and lighter until finally, nothing. She floated lifeless, deceased, to far gone to be recovered, too much flooding to bring her back. Her eyes were bloodshot, her body limp. It looks like our villain antagonist has won his battle today, but next time, will he be so lucky? Who knows, you'd need to tune in next time for the answer.