The water (and fish) all vanish. You are now in a dry room.

An extremely dry room, in fact.

The whole of one wall is taken up by a giant fan. And it is going very fast.

You’re immediately blown to the other side of the room, and splat against the wall. You end up at an angle, your feet not touching the ground.

That’s how forceful the wind is.

Well now what?

How do you get to the button?

I believe in you! You can do it!

You, however, have doubts.

You start by moving your arm. It’s hard, but you manage it. Then you move a leg, getting your foot to the ground. Slowly but surely you maneuver to be in a basic standing position.

Yay you! See, you can totally do this!

Ok. Now you crouch, sliding your back down, knees being pushed together against the wall. The wind is constant, and slightly painful, but make it down to where your fingers brush the ground.

Any water that had been left on your body (or clothes, if you’re wearing them) from the last room is now deff gone. You are perfectly dry. Even your mouth and eyes are getting a nice dry out.

You slowly, carefully, painfully, stretch out on the ground.

The wind pushes you up, and just before you reach out to the button a particular gust catches you and slams you upright against the wall.

Grr.

You slide down again, closing your eyes tightly. They’re starting to get a little too dry. You make it to the ground and slide forwards, this time pushing your arm out first. The air won’t allow you to stretch your arm out all the way, but it should be enough to reach the button.

The wind catches you again, and pushes you back to the wall. You were closer to the button, though.

Grrrr.

Once more, you slide to the floor. You turn over, so your back is on the ground. Hoping that helps, you push yourself out, arm outstretched. The wind catches you under your shoulder and flips you up.

You get your hands up just in time to prevent smashing your face into the concrete wall. That would have been exceedingly painful.

Grrrrrrrrrr.

Although, you think about it.

The room is eight feet, by eight feet, by eight feet. The button is in the exact center of the room. Meaning it sits at four feet away from the wall.

You are over four feet tall.

In theory you don’t have to push it with your hand. You could just slide your whole body out, and hit it with the back of your head.

Right? Right!

So, all you have to do, is not get flipped up by the wind as you push yourself out. Hug the ground with your back, and it should work. Right? Right.

Ok.

We have a plan. Well, you have a plan, since I’m sitting in my office watching you, eating a bucket of popcorn chicken.

...KFC delivers. Nowhere in this city delivers popcorn. Not sure anywhere in any city delivers popcorn. Sure, you can order it on Amazon, but I’m talking about like takeout, not-

Anyways! Let’s do this!

You slide to the ground. Step one complete.

You maneuver down until your back, skull, and shoulders are pressed firmly against the concrete. Step two complete!

Slowly, very slowly, you push yourself out towards the button.

It works! You’re doing it! The air keeps trying to catch you, but it can’t! Woo!

There’s just one little problem.

You don’t care, paying no attention to me. Your neck feels like you’re going to need a chiropractor when all this is done.

Emm, you…

You make it! The back of your knees are now pressed solidly against the concrete! You-

You finally notice what I’ve been trying to tell you.

The button sits five inches to your left.

Greaaaaat.

Ok. You can do this. You have determination. I still have popcorn chicken.

You, with great caution, move your left foot.

You’re still pressed against the ground, air rushing over your head.

Good. You move your left foot, then sliiiiide your body an inch to the left.

Well done! Only four more times, and you’ll be at the button!

You’re sorely tempted to reach your arm out and press it, but the memory of a concrete wall coming towards you at two hundred miles an hour makes you decide to leave your arms at your sides.

A wise choice.

You repeat the process, going a wee bit faster this time. The wind tries to get under your shoulder, but you’re quick enough to stop it.

Again. Oh, this is exciting. I’m already like two thirds done with my popcorn chicken, barely tasting it as I shove piece after piece into my mouth while watching.

Ok, you go again. You know what to do now, and are more confident. The button is only an inch away now.

Do you risk it, moving as fast as you can? Or do you take the safe road, and slide the last inch closer? I can barely take the excitement!

You move, quick as a snake, throwing your body at the button!

The wind catches you, almost flipping you back up to the wall, but no! You do it! You hit the button!

I jump to my feet, fists in the air, screaming with joy! Popcorn chicken goes flying everywhere! I cheer as the button dings!

My boss comes running into the office, extremely worried! And then leaves, annoyed at me for screaming!

Let’s not do that again!

...It was very exciting, though.

You move with precision. I set the popcorn chicken down, leaning forwards, biting my nails.

Almost there.

Aaaaaaalmost there.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalmost there.

You reach it! It’s sitting at shoulder height, so you just lift your shoulder a quarter of an inch, and press down before the wind can catch you.

It dings!

Woo! Beautifully done! Good job! Congrats! Wooooooooo!