The pair returned to the locked mess hall doors.
(Where’s your key?) Chihaya gestured to Aya, to which Aya shook her head. She must have lost it amid the torrents that poured in and flooded their cabin.
(...) Chihaya yanked on the padlock while trying to keep herself steady mid-water. It was a pretty serious mechanism and not something maneuverable with bare hands.
(Sorry) Aya's hair was flowing. She looked like she was about to cry.
(No, it’s okay) Chihaya looked into Aya’s eyes. The girl had already repented her error and had given up all her air to compensate.
Either way, if they didn’t find another way out, both of us will be gone very soon.
(What now?)
Chihaya looked around. The corridor was a straight way to its end and none of the adjacent cabin portholes were large enough for them to pass through. The hatch to the upper deck was, again, located only in the mess hall.
(...)
Chihaya looked around again. This time, she noticed a hatch leading down from the deck in front of the locked cafeteria doors. Could it be leading down to the cargo bay area that Aya was unable to navigate through the other day?
She could be wrong, but time was a luxury they didn’t have. She swam up and grabbed the handles to lift the hatch cover, with her feet firm on the linoleum deck for leverage.
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