I tromp, heavy foot falls to secure my feet to the ground, to push away the slick layer of water clinging to my shoes. I hold my helmet in my hand, like a useless appendage, leaving a trail of drops along the floor behind me.
By the bench that perimeters the rooms, I began to remove the layers to find the dry me hidden underneath.
“You’re light’s still on,” AT says. “Just a sec.”
He reaches behind me and pushes the button on the back light, blinking red where I clipped it to my backpack.