It knocked them off the shelf of hair and on down through the dark pipe. Plunging down in a whirling, spinning cascade, Josh felt his legs flapping about in all directions. He prayed that a leg wouldn’t snap off. Then there was a brief, brilliant flash of light. They shot out of the end of the downpipe that ran along the outside of the house. Then all was dark again as they were carried on down into the pipes that led to the sewer. Splat! Danny hit a brick and lay draped soggily over the edge. Splodge! Josh landed on top of him. They were on a ledge of some kind. Above them the dark round hole of the pipe dumped still more water on them, but it was now a light shower. Then it dwindled to just a few drips. Jenny must have put the plug in to fill up the bathtub, thought Josh. Groaning, they gradually untangled their limbs. They got up into a sitting position. Below them was a sort of canal through which water slowly flowed. It smelled a bit rotten eggy to Josh. And not in a good way. It was dark, but a chink of light fed down from the world above them.
