26
The Curative Powers of a Good Bath
“How about now?” Lars’s voice barely reached her from deep within the bowels of the station.
April glanced up at the monitor. “Still red!” she shouted back.
“This has to be it!”
“Do you want me to help?”
“No, no point. Plus, it’s really unpleasant in here.”
April didn’t doubt that. He had crawled for minutes down an access corridor too low to stand up in. The floor was covered with something black and gritty, and the distant echo of something dripping made her certain at some point gritty had become muddy.
“I think I got it!” He gave a growl of frustration, then a cry of victory. “Definitely got it! I can hear it running.”
“It’s green!” she confirmed, watching the pipe on the schematic go from red to green section by section. “Yes—the village
