he was at the bottom of a deep , black lake , drifting slowly along the silt like a carp , and he could stay there forever , swathed in the muddy blackness , cool and close to motionless , but something began to drag him toward the surface , away from his comforting and silent underwater world , and the light began to hurt his eyes , began to sear his skin , even , and he struggled to stay below , but the forces that drew him up were irresistible , buoyancy dragging him up like a grappling hook , and he opened his eyes only to see another pair of eyes upon him , eyes like bore holes .