Splash! Chad b plummeted into the murky water. He swam to the surface and gasped for air. The water was freezing. The giant above was trying to pry the grate open. Chad looked around. There were two openings. The water was flowing into one, and from the other. He dove under water making a big kick toward the drain exit. But he turned underwater and swam upstream.when he was safely up the drain pipe a foot or two, Chad resurfaced for air. It was a long hard swim. Everytime there was a drain opening, hevwould look for an exit. As he went upstream, the water got shallower. It was knee high as he followed the sound of running water. He was shocked as he looked up from the drainpipe and through the floor grate into the shower room. The water from the showers was supposed to drain into the sewer line, only clean water was allowed to go down the storm drain. He was angry that the school had done this, but relieved to be inside. He looked up at the grate. The openings were too small for him to get through. Maybe there was a wider grate. The lights from the grate flickered, and went out. It must be after 8pm. Chad had been swimming for hours. He was exhausted. He slumped against the corner of the drain pan and fell into a deep sleep.
He was awakened in the morning by running water cascading down on him. He sputtered as he got to his feet. He could see giants moving overhead. He shouted for help. But the torrential waterfall drowned out his squeaky cries for help.
Chad stumbled through the now thigh high flood waters and turned down a pipe with warm air and only ankle high water in it. He looked up through a larger grate. He heard a loud industrial hiss. He brightened up. He was in the steam room. The grate was hot and slick. He fell three or four times trying to climb out. At last he succeeded. Chad lay naked covered in sweat, and sewer muck on the warm tile floor, as the room filled with a hot pea soup fog.
A blast of cold air roused him, the door opened giant feet trampled in. The heavy steam limited Chad's view to the giants' ankles. Their thunderous chatting was unintelligible. He tried to focus. If he recognized a voice, maybe he could get help.
Splat! An empty wet spandex and lycra suit slammed against the side of the tile bench. Oh, great, the swimteam. Chad rolled his eyes. Half the swim team was likely to keep him as a pet or toy rather than help him.
Splat! Splat! Splat! Oh, great the team was stripping. They usually jerked off after practice or a meet. Today was no exception probably. From his position on the floor Chad couldn't be sure.
Chad took a deep breath, and strode toward the nearest giant foot. He had to get their attention. He reached out and touched the foot.
A thunderous highpitched yelp, and Chad was airborne and flying across the steam room. He heard someone shout, "A mouse ran across my foot!" Then thud he crashed into the tile wall, blacked out, and slid down the wall to the floor in a heap.