The water rises only faster with Hopper's reaction, as though running parallel with his emotions. This, either of them might soon realize, isn't far from the truth.

Henry might spy more reactions from the other man; or maybe he doesn't, his attentions sharpening and drifting again towards more notepads that might offer them any kind of clue about the password, anger churning inside. But somewhere in the rising water, a desk is uplifted in the somehow-churning current, and starts careening towards both men.

Though not going at a terribly high speed, it's big. And heavy. How's it going over there, Hopper?