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Dale had just enough time to see a solid wall of steam plow through the pool room.
People were screaming now, almost drowned out by a sound like frying bacon.
Raw panic clawed the insides of Dale’s skull. He’d meant to look up what happened when liquid nitrogen hit water. All that steam—did it boil? Was there some bizarre paradoxical reaction, like cornstarch and water? Was he about to burn to death?
Before he could even shift his weight, the steam hit.
Cool dampness swallowed him.
Relief made him dizzy. Fog. Ordinary fog.
Sophie and Sophia had planned to throw a couple gallons into the pool. Ralph had heaved pretty hard. That dewar must have been almost full.
Super-thick fog.
A wall of water splashed against his knees, knocking him back a step. Dale staggered, but one hand fou
