John hesitates when he see's the water, his movement stopping in mid step.  Water...he hated it, particulerly deep water.  He bent over, putting his hand in the water, and touching the bottom with ease.  While this caused his anxiety to decrease a bit, the knowledge that this water could easily become deeper at any time and without warning still knawed at him.<br/><br/>"I'm starting to think the room wasn't such a bad idea..."  John mutters to himself more then anybody else.  He mulls over Mars word, and sadly realises that he will have to venture through the stream, though god help him if the water was to suddenly get deeper.  "Lets look for the destination.  Worse comes to worse, we backtrack."