[He shouldn't expect any help. There's no reason for it but for good samaritan reasons, and if the guy's not interested in making some money on what's in the office, then...whatever. Sure, fine, whatever, he can do it on his own.
No big deal that every page is apparently trying to mock him or make him lose his mind or whatever. Seems fitting in purgatory. He doesn't think he's panicking, but the water's rising, and his clothes are gonna weigh him down some and make movement harder.
He thinks he finds something? It looks like it could be some kind of code. Good enough for government work and all.
But, y'know, god forbid the code go anywhere on the inside of the office.
He wades up to the window when he sees the rifleman go by again, beats his palm on the glass.] Hey. Give me a hand, would you?
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No big deal that every page is apparently trying to mock him or make him lose his mind or whatever. Seems fitting in purgatory. He doesn't think he's panicking, but the water's rising, and his clothes are gonna weigh him down some and make movement harder.
He thinks he finds something? It looks like it could be some kind of code. Good enough for government work and all.
But, y'know, god forbid the code go anywhere on the inside of the office.
He wades up to the window when he sees the rifleman go by again, beats his palm on the glass.] Hey. Give me a hand, would you?