The megaphone blared out a strange tune, and it was heating up in Isaac’s pocket. Acting fast, he took the megaphone out, threw it in a corner and stomped on it. He continued until it was a mangled mess and quickly got out of the room. The water was quickly turning putrid thanks to the gas cloud, and he didn’t want to be in there for too long.

He exited the room and shook himself off like a dog, dripping water everywhere. He sighed, tired. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to explore that room after all. This was turning out to be a mess, and there weren't really any answers to be had. He dumped the rest of the bottled water on his head to deal with the stench and threw the bottle away. Sighing again, he tried climbing the starirs to get some air.