Michael. The pain's fast and sharp, unusually intense for dark eyes peering up at her, unafraid and curious and sure of herself the way smart kids always are. Nikita leans back into the water and swims them a little closer toward the shore where she can put her feet down, because she can't find breath to answer.

"I don't know," when her lungs unlock seems like the safest and the truest bet. "He was with me when I came here, but he didn't." Neither did Birkhoff or Ryan or Owen or Sean. And Alex doesn't know her anymore. "But they--" Not he now, not just Michael. "Moved around a lot too."