He had stood under the hot stream of the shower for as long as that scathing warmth lasted. Pale skin coated in red by the time he turned the water off. Black shaggy hair lay long around his face, rivulets of water tracing down his body, running over those scars and tattoos. Ash shook himself like a wet dog, water flying everywhere, then he grabbed the fluffy white towel hanging from the rail and used it to wipe down. Finally it was wrapped around his waist, hanging low when he stepped out and moved into the atrocious bedroom. God he couldn't wait for the decorating to be finished. Lightning kissed eyes went immediately to the package on his bed, then glanced around the room not needing to wonder who had left it because that smell of Louisianna in the summer still clung to the linens. Hands picked up the kit and turned it over as he tried to figure out what the meaning of this puzzle was. Setting it on the bedside table he lifted the note and read it over. By the end that generous mouth was actually spread in a smile. With the full moon getting closer you never knew what might happen. From behind those silver walls the happy hitchhiker looked on, tongue lolling out, giving the metaphysical equivalent of a head nod as if to say, 'See I told you you need me'