You know, Steve isn't even sure how this situation happened. Probably doesn't matter; he got separated from Joan and in his injured state let this happen. Now here he is, getting increasingly trapped in a sparely furnished room with the door at the end of the wall he can't reach. Usually, that wouldn't be a problem, but one of his arms is out of commission and he just doesn't have the leverage with the other to reach anything to pull himself up.

This was bad, really bad, if the boat tipped much further, Steve won't have a chance in hell at getting his footing and reaching the door.

He could die here. Alone, drowning in near freezing water. Bit too familiar for his taste.

"Shit," he tries again to use the desk to push off and propel himself along the slippery floor and to the door but falls short once again and slides back down the incline. Well, might as well try calling out, "Hello? Any chance there's someone who doesn't want me dead around?"