"Monty..."
Within the dead silence echoed a voice with a name to call out upon. Noah opened his eyes and moved his head as he looked around. He found himself in a strange-looking cave. The water gathered on the ceiling, and the stalagmites were the ones dripping water towards it. When he got up, he caught the water with his hand, but the dripping was still inverted.
He then looked up as if investigating the water. "I wonder if all liquids would move to the ceiling. Good thing I'm not feeling cold from the fall. My bladder wasn't overwhelmed, too." Noah took his attention away from the ceiling and looked around the place again. He tried looking for traces of the others, but there was none. 'Tch, that pervert was right. We did get separated from one another.'
