hot shower of water.

He fought with the age-old contraption a few minutes longer before giving up, far too frustrated to carry on any longer. Seconds became minutes, and minutes turned to timeless moments. This too did not last. The moment Yonyon began to relax, the door behind him burst open to reveal... a rather well-spoken gypsy man. Being far too surprised to scream or throw a towel at the intruder, Yonyon stared at the man as the man stared back, before the spell was broken all in an instant and the man retreated hastily, his tone embarrassed and overwhelmed. Blinking, dumbstruck, Yonyon couldn't find the words to express what he was feeling, beyond a level of shock and embarrassment that rivalled that of the gypsy man, and afeeling of pure relief as his gender was mistaken. He remained motionless for several long moments as everything settled in, then, with a high-pitched scream that could be heard several rooms away... ''MORRIGAN!!!''

[~]

After pondering philosophies for far too long, the young Captain had taken to sitting in the discoloured tub. His shower had long since lost it's heat, and his flesh responded in turn with shudders as the hairs stood up to preserve his body heat. Morrigan found himself caring less and less as the tub began to fill, the plug blocked. For him, time stood still, for his mood had turned uncharacteristically melancholy. The rhythm of the falling water resembled tinnitus; overpowering in it's ability to nullify all sound and own one's sense of hearing, yet oddly