None of that mattered now, unfortunately. The hapless young lad Handy had spooked was busy trying to get his bucket, staring forlornly at the spilled contents on the floor. He jumped with a yelp and started off down the hallway after Handy kicked open the door to Thorax's room. Nope, no changelings there. He sighed in frustration and rounded, heading back into the corridor. Hopefully, Jacques was still here. Thankfully, it was unlocked and Handy opened it, stepping on the ice water that was seeping over the wooden floor.