<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - Showing a tour of the ShareHouse...</em><br/><hr/>"Two hours?" Chelsea asked, "That's your bike on the patio, right? Wow, you could have come at a later time, the weatherman said it will be clear for the rest of the day." She showed the expression of a worried mother. "Well, when the rain stops, we can find your bike a more drying parking space, for all my parking spaces are along the street. If only I had someone to build a chain-link cage for storage underneath the small roof in front ... we could put your bike there."<br/><br/>Chelsea saw the shivers on Kathleen, even when she was relaxing. "There's a bathroom with a shower on the third floor, where you room, #302, is at. Why don't you get cleaned up and get some rest? I don't want you getting sick all of a sudden," Chelsea explained, pointing Kathleen towards the staircase. Tired herself, she turned the TV off and folded her throw blanket. Thinking Kathleen may need a hot drink after her shower, Chelsea walked into the kitchen. Out of the refrigerator, she took milk and poured about a cup of the white liquid into a black mug (http://images.marketplaceadvisor.channeladvisor.com/hi/72/72196/5085-3.jpg). She placed it into the microwave and set the time to one minute.