[ It's bitterly cold and every stroke makes it that much more obvious. He can feel himself beginning to go numb and he knows that he has a limited amount of time before he will need to return to the start. He pauses, partway down a corridor, and then turns back. He's found a partial answer - and checking in would be good, he thinks. There's a pause as he returns to the side room and then a few minutes later, his muscled, dripping form heaves itself out of the water and into the open air, shivering. ]
W-well-
[ He tries to shove hair out of his eyes. ]
There's an air pocket further in - but the water is cold.
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W-well-
[ He tries to shove hair out of his eyes. ]
There's an air pocket further in - but the water is cold.