[center][h3][color=Bd892F]Sophia Lemane[/color][/h3] [hr][color=silver]𝕆𝕔π•₯. 𝟟, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝔹𝕒𝕝𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕 π•€π•€π•π•’π•Ÿπ•• / / π•ƒπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕀𝕖 / / ~πŸ˜πŸπŸ›πŸ[/color][hr][/center]She heard it before it came. Thought it sounded like rushing water. But that didn't make sense. It was too loud, too powerful, and though they were by the-- The water came, and she wasn't ready for it. It almost swept her entirely off her feet and down the tunnel, but with some desperate flailing she managed to remain more or less around the same area until the water ceased rushing in and she could stand properly once more. But though she herself was alright and intact, her clothes were soaked up to chest height as an unfortunate result of her stumbling. It was [i]cold.[/i] That wasn't the worst part. The cage remained clutched in one hand, and when she regained her breath Sophia looked down. To see the bird, lying on the bottom of the cage. Unmoving. [i]Unmoving.[/i] Unmoving. Irrational panic flooded her, looking at the bird that was possibly... possibly... dead? No. It was in shock. Pav was okay. Brent's transmission went unanswered. Pav was okay. But what did you do when a bird had been soaked in water? Take it out and wrap it up? When someone had been... drowned there were certain things you did, like uh, CPR? You couldn't do that to a bird. So then what? [color=BD892F][i]It's alright, Pav. We're going to get out of here soon, and someone will know what to do.[/i][/color] For some reason she wasn't convincing herself. But it was okay. Right? Sophia brought the cage closer to herself, hugging it and gazing down into the cage as if that could shield the bird from anything else to come. Heidi was left behind. Sav was dead. Gregory was... [color=a2d9ce][i]"You guys okay in there? We've got three dead-- staff members. Everybody else out here is alive, but we’ve got injuries. Don’t know how bad yet."[/i][/color] ...dead, if what she had heard was true. Staff members were dead. Classmates were injured. AngΓ©lique was... possibly alive? Or dead. Sophia shivered, hugging the cage tighter. Pav wasn't going to die. As she shifted, trying to find a position that would miraculously make her warmer, she became aware once more of the weight of something on her back. No. The guitar. It must be so waterlogged at this point, it wouldn't be playable. Destroyed. She had failed at keeping it safe too. The guitar wasn't alive, it was more replaceable than a living thing. But still, the realization that it was yet another thing that had [i]gone wrong[/i] was too much for Sophia, and she now found herself unsuccessfully fighting back tears. She should take off the guitar and leave it behind. Shouldn't carry extra weight. Yeah. Soon. Soon.