-Guess hookers and booze didn't do it for you.-
-You should try something else next time.-
-Maybe you can have that bony freak cook something for you.-
-Something that would make you feel just a little better.-
-Something that would make you forget.-
-Not that you need anything for that.-
-You've always been pretty good at it.-
Catching movement at the edge of his absolute awareness, Dante snapped out of his thoughts. He felt the scalding water raining on him from above just then and recalled that he was in the shower. Soon after, he heard a knock on the door.
"William? Are you in there?"
-Maybe you shouldn't have given her that name after all.-
"Yeah, it's me."
He turned off the water and grabbed a nearby towel, using it to wipe his head. Normally, he would Equip some underwear right after. He wasn't in his apartment, however.
"Good morning."
Sandra met him with a beaming smile. In her hands, she held the clothes he had left on the floor near the bed.
