Dear Billy,
I'm trapped in the Infirmary with Morgan, who is on a great deal of painkillers, and Namor, who is... himself. There's no door, no food, and all of the pipes appear to have burst, which isn't causing any problems yet, but I've a feeling the water won't be stopping until this is a giant swimming pool. I'm probably going to die.
...
That's all.
Sincerely,
Henry
[OOC: This presumably takes place many hours after
this log. So, the water's already risen to a couple feet]