Moving Forward
Dale waded his way into the murky water until he was up to his knees. It was bone-chillingly cold, but as he pushed further, he noticed that there were isolated patches of warmer water swirling about him. He purposefully splashed his way to the far corner, where there was a pile of rubble that rose from the surface. He held the flashlight in his teeth as he made his way there.
Once more, he saw something winking at him from the murky water, and this time it was the same thing. He made his way over there and put his hands in the water, then ran his fingers over the bottom of the pool with them. They shut on something that was level and substantial, with rounded corners and engravings on one side of it. He quickly tucked it away in his pocket before making his way back to Mike, who was dozing off on the opposite side of the room.