The wall of water hit like a freight train, the pure fury of it loud enough to drown out the rest of the team's shouts. The water knocks Liz clean off her feet and drags her under; she fights and kicks in the cold and the dark, panic setting a roar between her ears. Something hits her shoulder, hard, and she sucks in a sharp breath on instinct -- and then her head breaks the surface.

She inhales a huge shuddering breath and blindly reaches out. Her hands close around something and she holds on tight, feeling the water beginning to recede around her as she bends over her knees and coughs up water.

When she opens her eyes, the building is silent and still, apart from a steady dripping somewhere. She's sitting halfway up a staircase, clutching the bannister. Water sits in pools across the foyer below her.

"Charlie?" she calls, wetly coughing again. "Olivia?"

There's nothing; there's no one. Her team is gone.

Liz takes another deep breath and then takes stock. Her flashlight and the EMF detector are gone; she's still got most of the other gear on her belt, but the tech isn't exactly going to be at its best (or work at all) after that underwater battering. Her shoulder is sore and her lungs are screaming, but otherwise, she's in one piece. She heaves herself up, plastering soaked hair out of her face, and she looks up the stairs.

Christ, it's dark up there.