Jared ended up not getting his shower. He got into his apartment and flopped down on his bed saying he'd go take a shower in a few minutes. A few minutes turned into the next day. He shook his head to clear it wondering what had gotten to him to the point that he'd passed out after a relatively short run. He groaned and rolled off the disheveled bed and peeled off his clothes. Said clothes ended up in a pile near his laundry basket before he made his way to the bathroom and a nice long, hot shower.<br/><br/>Forty-five minutes later he was clean, dressed, and padding across the hall to knock on the door of his new neighbors. In his hands he a couple packs of super glue and a couple rolls of duct tape, figuring they'd appreciate the gifts. Especially if their apartment was falling apart as much as his was.