Chad lies within the distorted space for a while... he's not sure how much time passes. It's not like anyone comes walking by, or the light changes, or there's any indication of day or night. And his body, being virtually solid foam rubber, does not get hungry or tired, really.
Still, he decides that he can't just lie here as a fixture for the rest of eternity. It would get monumentally boring, for one. Carefully, trying to use only small rotations and radial motions, to ease the strain of moving, he tries to edge himself away from the pounding column of water. He already looks like swiss cheese, but sees no need to disintegrate more chunks of his body off.
Of course, his efforts, particularly on a frictionless floor, might result in unexpected rotations and such, that may result in extra damage anyways. (OOC: Up to the host... ^_^) The ring comes in handy here -- he can place it in midair as a support to pull himself along radially with, although no doubt his motions will cause extra rotations along the way...
Hopefully, he manages to get a meter or two away from the column of water, far enough to avoid damaging himself further.