Beside her, Math staggered backward and grabbed her hand to help her off the cement.
Sun-warmed water streamed down her soaked hair and clothes, puddling in her shoes.
“Are you okay?” Math asked, horrified. “You didn’t swallow any, did you?”
She spit fresh water out of her mouth and laughed. “No, but I have to say, that water is a thousand times cleaner than it was last week.”
“At least those damned creatures ate the green slime,” Math muttered. “Come on, let’s go back to the penthouse and get those wet clothes off of you.”
Bethany nodded. “Yeah, I need to change into something dry.”
“That is not what I said.”