"Not l--" He had begun to talk over Elmer, only to find himself shouted over. Martin flinched, then looked over at the man and what he was doing, not certain of even that much at first. But it's obvious rather quickly after that, and he hastens over to see. Could it be–?

He held out both hands to accept the page, despairing at how heavy and damp it felt upon falling, afraid to even pick it up. He did, though, by carefully pinching a corner and lifting it to reveal the blotched and blurry letters upon it.

His eyes lit up.

"It is!" he cried, voice thick with relief. And quickly concern. "Oh, it's all wet, though..."