John Hopkins

As Don descends, the slanting shafts of sunlight start to fade, and he enters a twilight zone.

The blackness closes in as he emerges into the upper section of the vast underwater cavern.

His torch illuminates the astonishingly clear water around him.

But the chamber is so large and so dark that the beam of his light doesn't touch its rocky walls.

Many would recoil from such places.

But Don is at home.

There is a serenity here.

His bulky equipment, so cumbersome on land, now seems weightless, and he glides gracefully through the water.

Around 120 meters down, Don begins looking for signs of Dave, who should at that very moment be returning with Dion's body.

The darkness below offers few clues as to what is happening.

But there are no bubbles.

It's possible Dave has been delayed at some point during his descent, or whilst securing the body inside the bag.

But as Don continues down the shot line and still sees nothing, concern mounts.

He goes another 10 meters, then 20, and still there is no sign of his friend.

Don squints into the dark abyss below, looking for any indications that Dave's on his way back up.

At a depth of 150 meters, nearly 500 feet, he passes a last cluster of emergency gas cylinders that have been clipped to the shot line.

And then suddenly he sees something.

A tiny light shines in the darkness more than 100 meters below, like a single star burning in the vast blackness of the night sky.

But the light isn't moving.

As Don descends towards 220 meters, the intended rendezvous point with his friend, it remains motionless.