A dark rain falls on the reeds. The girl stands in the marsh. Night birds are wailing. Slowly she sinks in the water. No other way. An immaterial wave swells around her. The voice echoes on the other side of the liquid wall. Going. She reaches her hand out to the translucent water and passes through� Her entire body, shivering, travels across. Gone. She falls down the self-sufficient hole. The white noise of the water becomes unbearable. Deafened, the girl tries to escape the surveillance of the sonar system. She finally crawls out of the aqueous tunnel : in front of her, lay the Basses-Terres.