Jake quickly follows Dinah back to the lofted sleeping area and works to set up the beds.  He makes sure to give everyone enough space and still leave a good crawlway so people can come and go as they need.  He hears the thunder and smiles as he sees Dinah run away.<br/><br/>Jake slowly slides down the ladder and stops in the painting section.  Ideally he would like to set up some sort of tarp-funnel contraption that would pour into a bucket, but he wasn't sure they would have the time to get it set up for this storm.  It might rain all night, or it might be done in 20 minutes.  He rummaged around and finally came up with a large box full of semi-rigid paint tray liners.  "Yup, this will do."<br/><br/>It was a little tricky, but Jake managed to scale the ladder with the box and make it onto the roof.  He saw Dinah talking with Kristie and figured he would give them some space.  He walked to a different side of the roof and began laying out the 40 or so thin liners that fit in the box.  None of them could hold too much liquid, but they covered a lot of area and should trap plenty of water.<br/><br/>After he was done, Jake got an idea and slid back inside.  The rain had felt wonderful on his exposed head, and it was getting hard enough to serve as an impromptu shower.  He made his way to cleaning supplies and picked up a box of bar soap, a bucket, and a car chamois.  On the way back to the office, he swung by the window section and grabbed a set of ugly drapes off a display.<br/><br/>Jake made his way to the office, leaving the drapes just inside the skylight, and climbed back onto the roof.  He nodded at the ladies and retreated to the far corner of the store.  It was dark out, with no streetlights and the thick clouds blocking out the moon and the stars.  He didn't go too far before he couldn't see the women, or the skylight.  When he cracked his shin on the edge of the roof, he figured he was far enough.  Swearing under his breath, he set the bucket down and stripped out of his dirty uniform.  He used the occasional flash of lightning to see what he was doing as he laid out his clothes on the edge of the roof to let nature do a little washing.<br/><br/>Now completely bare, and alone in the dark, Jake grabbed the soap and started to scrub the last few days of sweat and grime off his body.  It wasn't a steam bath at the Ritz, but there was something about showering outside that he enjoyed.  The rain was cooling and helped wash the dirt and stress of the road away.  Lightning flashed again and for a moment he worried that someone might see him.  He shook his head and chuckled to himself, "The world's gone to Hell and I'm worried about offending someone."