Water cascades from his skin in soothing waves.

The mist wafts through the open window making beautiful portraits of places and people.

Can’t find the soap but never mind, nevermind; everything is fine.

Happiness is a warm towel, savoring the moment is so delicious.

But I’ve got places to go and people to meet.

This is not my home.

That is not my blood.

I must go.

To begin The Code anew.