I am walking through the ballroom when, through the windows, I see Owen seemingly dredging the bottom of the pool with a pole.
I’m curious as to what he’s doing. Maybe he needs help? I’ve dealt with all the guests' requests and don’t have much to do right now…
I make my way through the deckchairs and walk over to Owen. He seems much focused on his task. He’s looking at the bottom of the pool and waving his pole around. The reflection of the sun on the water is blinding him. It can’t be easy!
“Need a hand?”
Owen looks up at me as he continues to dip his pole in and out of the water. “I can see a kind of flickering thing at the bottom… It’s like it’s stuck to the grate and I can’t get it off… wait a second. Make sure no one’s around.”
Owen takes off his uniform and dives in. What the he
