Sifu twitched slightly as his feet seemed to have sunk deeper into the padded floor with the extra gravity the situation just gained. The man, or at least he assumed it was male, lay somewhat stiff wrapped in what appeared to be several layers of duct tape. He could hear whistling coming from the other room but it was not Dan’s. It was the kill bill soundtrack at a volume inappropriate for the most heavily speaker laden metal concerts.
Poking his head into the room he could see Dan mopping up water in the back training hall. Dan’s mopping was erratic as though the mop was holding him up at times. When he looked up he could see the roof access covered over with a tarp.
“DAN! DAN!” Sifu screamed at the top of his lungs.
Dan swung around a smiled. He pulled out his phone and tapped away and the music stopped.