As the water hit him, Faustus was pushed back toward the furthest corner of the room, underneath the half of the kitchen with the roof still attached. Once more, his vision blurred and threatened to give out on him as he struggled to make anything of his surroundings. From where the water was pinning him in the corner, he could see the appliances in the room begin to float while other heavier ones quickly disappeared underneath the brackish water. The cabinet that had once pinned him to the floor was now itself stuck to the opposite wall, its contents long gone from its shelves. And through the haze of the storm and rising water, he saw a flash of something pale. A hand, reaching out from the outstretched wall closest to him.

That must be where Miss Skovgaard was trapped. He had to move fast. Water was quickly rising, and though she was safe from being trapped under the roof, Faustus could almost touch the roof from where he tread water. His ribcage screamed at him in protest as he began to make his way towards her. "Miss Skovgaard!" He called, pumping his arms and ignoring his side as he came within arm's reach of her.

He grabbed her hand and put it over his shoulders. By the grace of Merlin, there had been a heavy wooden table against the wall that had stayed underwater. Faustus was able to gain footing on that and stand up a fraction in the water. "Are you alright?" he gasped through mouthfuls of water before surveying her face to make sure she hadn't been hurt again and searching frantically for a way out.

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