greer lies unconscious on a bunk, now quiet, no longer seizing as epps shines a flashlight into his eye, dodge and murphy looking on. she turns it off, standing upright.
murphy pulls the loop up as the buoy nears, aiming to hook it on its wind gauge.
murphy corrects.
murphy yanks on the line.
as the line goes taught he pulls his hands away just in time, the line snapping hard against the rail. below, the buoy heels over as it's pulled.
the line is smoking with the friction, the steel railing bowing a little with the weight as they look on.
the buoy is held fast between the docking line and its own mooring.
as they watch the buoy suspended over the water between the creaking docking line and its own underwater mooring cable.
the buoy swings back and forth as it rights itself, rising on a swell, passing beyond the bow of the chimera.
he gets no response, then presses the talk button.
only silence returns on the radio as dodge holds there, then:
the camera stops on katie standing on the other side of the room, now empty of people, returned to its shabby, abandoned state.