[A young woman crawls on her knees along a sharply tilted corridor. The unavailability of sufficient lighting isn't the problem, nor is the awkwardness with which she's managing to feel her way around.

It's the fact that she's rather drenched to the bones, and sneezing every once in a while.]

While I'm glad that wasn't really a burst water pipe back there, I'm not sure anyone would salvage much of the library now.

Can anyone lend me a hand? Actually, a towel would be much more appreciated right now.