With the cold water of the basin waking him up somewhat, Daniel turned to turn on the shower - sliding out of his boxers and making his way into the shower cubicle, opening the frosted glass door before slipping inside under the rapidly warming spray. He knew his body better than to get into a warm shower after another night of bad sleep - it was a sure fire way to make him even more sluggish, and they had a good hour or so drive ahead of them today which he would rather be awake for.<br/><br/>Little more than five minutes later and Daniel was done - having gone about the task of washing his hair and body in a almost regimented fashion, more on instinct than taking any relaxing pleasure from the process. He made his way across the landing back to the bedroom that a quick glance showed him Michelle had already vacated - taking the opportunity to grab some clothes from his wardrobe. Taking little interest in what he was grabbing, he retrieved a pair of black lightly faded jeans with a thick leather belt and a dark blue t-shirt - sliding into them both before it even registered with him that he wasn't wearing any underwear. With a shrug he continued to dress - grabbing a pair of socks from the drawer before returning to the spare room to grab his slightly scuffed boots.<br/><br/>A couple of moments later, and he had made his way downstairs in search of Michelle - if she wasn't in her room and wasn't in the bathroom, then the next most obvious place for her to be was the kitchen if she was anywhere near as hungry as he was...