The second part of my thank you story for all the lovely reviewers you wished me luck on my exams. Thanks!
Encouragement - the act of giving hope or support to someone
I furiously hammered the trapdoor over my head. Watson could only hold his breath so long, and when he could hold no longer, I should fall with him.
I could feel the water lapping at my feet. The water was now over Watson's head. I increased my efforts on the trapdoor, and finally it broke loose. I grabbed hold of the ledge, pulling myself up. Suddenly, I was hanging by my arms from the opening, as my feet dropped out from under me.
"Watson?" I called, despite knowing that Watson could not possibly answer me. I hauled myself out of the cellar, now mostly flooded with water.
I turned my attention to the room I now found myself in, and frantically searched the shelves for some sort of light. I discovered a lamp, hastily lit it, and returned to the open trapdoor. Watson was nowhere in sight.
I sat the lamp on the floor and dive back into the waters. The light only faintly penetrated the gloom of the cellar, and the murky water admitted no light. Blindly, I searched, and was rewarded by a figure sinking down. Quickly, I grabbed Watson and pulled him out of the water.
I pulled us out of the water, and onto the warehouse floor.
Watson coughed and spluttered, "Thank you Holmes."
"Just keep breathing."
