He opened the door and looked glumly at the rain dripping off the roof. The outhouse had suddenly risen on his most-hated features list to number one, pushing the stairs out of their coveted top spot. This was the dilemma of all campers—go through the rain and get wet, hold it and hope that the rain lets up, or just pee right outside the door and hope nobody sees? That option was probably off the table; given his position such behavior was unacceptable unless he had clear instructions from Lyra or some other official that it was all right.