The sound echoed down the corridor behind him. Turning reluctantly, Handy suddenly realised how dry his throat was and how great a drink of water would be. Even if it was dirty, dank, cave water, he wasn’t going to complain. Shambling back down the half-visible corridor like a drunk desperate to get to the off license before his abused body gave out on him in the cold of winter, Handy eventually reached a room and felt his right foot splash into freezing cold water. The unexpected chill shot up his leg and startled him, causing him to fall backwards.