I can’t go any farther. I’m hungry, and my arms and legs are too tired. I can hardly breathe. I’m almost there, though. I can see her, her fearless figure with the light in her hand. And, once at her feet, I’ll be free at last. I must keep going, push with all my might. But, this water, it’s getting deeper and deeper. Wait a minute. What? Is she crying? Miss Liberty?