Follow the String

We follow the thin, stringy cobweb along the ceiling. The mail room is vast, and the cobweb is seemingly endless. There are times when I think we lost it, or it ended, then I shift my focus and realize the cobweb stretches on further. It crawls across the ceiling, past a closet door. We hesitantly stop at the door. "What do you think is on the other side?" I ask. "Only one way to find out." She informs me. Olivia opens the closet door and shouts out "Ha!" only to see a darkened closet. She throws the light switch. We see the cobweb wrapped around a water pipe."Guess this is where it stops." I say. Though I didn't expect much out of our venture, I am disappointed that nothing was on the other side of the door. "Shall we go?" I ask. "Hold on, something is happening. Look at the pipe." I examine the pipe closely. The valve is loosening. "I don't think we should be in here." I say, worriedly. "Why not?" Before I could explain my concerns, the valve is thrown off. We are then sprayed with highly pressurized water, and launched a foot back.