Slipped in the puddle that had formed.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro was not accustomed to wandering the halls barefoot, and definitely not used to contending with puddles of soapy water. Once she realized what her toes were slipping on, she frantically tried to steady herself and instead went tumbling backward, landing unceremoniously on her backside, which was becoming rapidly sore.

"O, ow..." She murmured in a pained tone, rubbing her damp hip as she sat up, trying not to think of loose wet material moving freely beneath her palm.

That presented another problem in itself. The soaked towel had been secure before, in a small yet firm knot of fabric that would keep it snugly wrapped around her.

Yet with it soaked all over, the knot seemed a lot less stable, and if Chihiro didn't miss her guess, it felt like the towel was becoming looser on her body. She eventually got to her feet, rubbing her sides lightly both for warmth and to ensure the wet towel stayed in place.

She had to do something. Chihiro scoured the empty hall. She also had to get dry.

Without much of a choice, Chihiro went to the next closest door, hoping for a quick solution.

She had assumed it was the girl's bathroom. But with all the stinging in her eyes and her glasses fogged up, Chihiro had actually entered...