A couple go scuba diving and by accident,get left behind in the water. The boat roars off.And there they float, in full gear and disbelief,tanks low on air, stranded in a seamless blue,deciding if they can survive until the next day, which,of course, they cannot, because the average personcan only tread four hours without a life jacket.The couple bicker: Why did we go on this vacation?Why did you choose this company? Why did I choose you?And even when it’s too late, with fatigue buildingin their arms and waves buoying their bodieslike a whipped dessert, they make their case of a soulmategone wrong. Because a real love story would never end like this.Eventually, the couple must choose their deaths.One removes their suit and slips into hypothermic sleep,and the other cuts and spills blood to entice a shark.Both choices tell us something about our protagonists,who are maybe not even our protagonists sincethey are so bitter one cannot fully root for them.See, the logic of a couple is like a Beckett play.Facing the end, you don’t want someone with youfor comfort. You want someone with you to blame.Jesus, I reply, and cut my steak like a heart.