Light slams the wooden door shut behind him as he hears Misa's voice. She sits up from her previously reclined position, stiffening into a defensive pose. He feels a cool sensation on the back of his neck, and the gentle 'plit plit' of water dripping behind him, which turns to whooshing. The door is gone; in its place is a steady waterfall cascading down the wall and disappearing as soon as it hits the floor
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