Damn. She noticed him again. Least she hadn't seen him moving. That would be bad. Plus scare the hell out of her most likely. Make her faint at the most. Or scream at the very least. He was picked up off the floor but didn't move.<span style="font-style: italic">Darnit. Bathroom it was then.</span>He thought to himself. Watching her rubbing his face and arms with that cloth. She made him nice and wet by getting his clothes too. Soon he was all nice and shiny. He felt brand new almost.<span style="font-style: italic">What an odd line of thinking.</span>He thought to himself. He felt his hair cleaned and fixed too. He didn't move a muscle. Hah! He didn't really have any right now. He closed his eyes to giver her privacy. He sat very, very still and waited. Waited for her to get done.