The water is cold, colder than Matthew had been expecting, and shock makes him draw a deep gasp into his lungs. Deep beneath the surface of the stinking Thames water, all he sucks down is fetid water, and it takes mere seconds for him to realise that he is truly drowning. He does not know which way is up, and as his lungs and clothes fill with water his weight carries him deeper into the river.

Just as consciousness leaves him, he feels a hard tug around his waist. Presumably whatever God there might be, dragging him from this freezing death into his Heaven, where Benny will be awaiting him.