"All right now, Mr. Jones," the soft voice of Dr. Henson, the psychologist, coached. "Let us try that it again. You see now that I am attempting to get you to visualize something familiar to give your mind a handle by which to steer.... to give us a means of determining what it is that is causing the nightmares that leave you sleepless and exhausted..."

"Sure, Doc," Replied Henry Jones. He closed his eyes. "OK."

"Now, I want you to visualize something, anything familiar... the first thing that comes into your mind..." Dr. Henson's voice soothed and relaxed Henry.

"All right, I am diving down the support of Rig 21 -" Henry said, calmly. Then his voice took an edge again, "- You... you know, they closed down that rig and the others that I was hired to maintain. Then they fired me-"

"Calmly now, Mr. Jones... Let us start again. And please, don't let external thoughts interfere. It is just you diving down the support... Tell me what it looks like... tell me what you hear and feel."

"Yeah. Uh, sure, Doc... I'm diving... It's cold, but I only feel that on the edges of my face mask and the tips of my fingers." Henry said. He was about to think about how that corporation fired him because the U.S. A.E.D wouldn't pay for the project anymore and the Venezuelans sure didn't have the cash. Instead, he imagined that it was Dr. Henson inside of that dive suit and somehow, he felt more calm again. "The pylons - they're rusting, but that's not really something to worry 'bout. Can't smell nothing but the air in the tank, but there's sounds. There's always sounds - metal joints popping, rubber tubing and creaking, waves slapping at the surface against the supports, the suit systems whirring."

Again, Henry was about to think about how he lost his job, then lost his wife in a divorce and lost his girl in a custody battle. But instead, he continued. Only instead of describing a typical maintenance descent, he wanted to talk about the nightmare. So he changed his thoughts a bit and described them, still placing Dr. Henson rather than himself there. The thoughts seemed to just flow more easily this time. "The suit begins to fall too quickly. The tether - it's not there. I don't know why, but it's just not there. And the buoyancy doesn't compensate. So the suit just keeps sinking. Sinking to where the light is only blue, and then sinking into just darkness..."

"Doc!" Henry called out excitedly, "Doc! I gotta admit. I'm feeling better already. I think maybe I can sleep tonight."

There was no answer for seconds...minutes... Henry thought that maybe the psychologist had fallen asleep. He'd heard of that. So, he opened his eyes. No, he wasn't asleep. There was Doc Henson, looking straight at Henry from his desk chair, but everything about his face was blank.

The next month was chaotic. After Henry had caused Dr. Henson to go into a coma, others had come. They poked and prodded him and the nightmares came back. Henry was upset because the others would not treat him. They were more interested in determining what caused Dr. Henson's coma. When the hospital administrator, the chief psychologist, and a neurologist all went into coma's within the same day, Henry got the attention that he wanted once again. But it wasn't the type of attention that he wanted.

They kept him drugged and in a psychiatric institution for criminally insane Uber-humans. And he might have stayed there the rest of his days until a woman named Treasore Lalonde freed him. Certainly Henry was grateful and joined Deep6, looking forward to putting all manner of self-important people into comas.

Dropoff is resentful of everything that happened in his life and he blames it all on what he calls 'self-important people'. When reports of Dropoff surface, politicians, business leaders, and psychologists quake in their boots.

"Why don't you drop off the edge of the earth?!"

Dropoff's mind powers are fashioned to a small extent after objects familiar to him, the currents of the oceans. In addition, he has a natural mental dominance that, in addition to giving him a very strong mind, also allows him to reduce the effects of any other mentalist operating nearby.

Physically, though, he is very limited. So, he always works with others of Deep6 and they generally treat him as the valuable asset that he is.

The only color that Dropoff ever wears is black. And it seems to fit him just perfectly. He nearly always wears a full body jumpsuit that is navy blue at the top and blends down to pitch black at the bottom with matching long cape.