Following his brother, Michael remained silent; keep his head low and avoiding eye contact with those around him. Once outside, Michael was able to relax and enjoy the night. Mostly. Perhaps it was paranoia from being found, but Michael couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. Being stalked, like perhaps his escape was just a fun game and he would be caught and captured all over again.<br/><br/>Once they arrived to the nineteen story building, Michael entered the room slowly. The place was big. Pristine, without a spec of dust or mold in sight. “Okay...thank you.” Michael made his way for the bathroom; occasionally stopping to check out a piece of decoration or furniture that looked comfortable.<br/><br/>In the bathroom, Michael peeled his grime soaked clothes off. It took a minute to figure out how the shower worked, but he finally got it going and climbed in. Sitting in the tub, he looked up towards the shower head as the hot water rained down on top of him; cleansing him of dirt, blood, and various other bits of unsanitary mess. He scrubbed and scrubbed until his skin was raw to the touch and brown water no longer circled the drain. He shampooed his hair three times and conditioned it once, but couldn’t seem to get everything out.<br/><br/>Finally, after an hour of cleaning himself up, Michael emerged dressed in the outfit his brother had laid out for him. He had a comb stuck in his hair from trying to brush out the matted spots; clearly unable to do it on his own. “Do you have scissors or...a knife? I would like to cut my hair since I can’t brush it out.” He admitted, his eyes darting around the room. Getting distracted, he walked past Theodore and stood in front of a nearby mirror. Cocking his head, he stepped closer and brushed his fingers against his skin gently.