Steam was coming out of the bathroom with him, as he proceeds to walk barefoot to his walk-in closet. Water was dripping on to the wooden floor and he barely noticed it. Memories of last night made him smile; all his thought where on Sara. Her smile. Her warmth of her skin. The softness of her hair; smelling like coconut oil. Yeah... they had a great time together. Too bad the weekend was now over and she had to go back to her place. He would see her about two weeks from now. And it felt strange… but he was already starting to miss her.

While looking for his robe, halfheartedly, he rummages through some boxes and clothes he recently bought from his poor excuse of his ex-con salary, looking for some new socks as well.

His robe was nowhere to be found and that got him thinking. Another smile crept up on his face. Sara had used it this morning. It will be next to his bed. He remembered it pulling from her. Humming a cheerful song, obviously not paying attention to the fact that he was still kind of naked, he walked back into his room. The smell of his own shower crème greeted him when he walked past his bathroom door.

"Oh, there it is," he mumbled to himself. He took it. Smelled it lovingly; the last sent of Sara.

Then he got a text message on his cell phone. Sara.

"Hey handsome. I forgot my hairdryer. Is it still hanging on the towel rack by any chance?"

He thought about it for a second. Then walked in to the bathroom. She never forgot her stuff. Maybe she was finally starting to feel home with him. He saw it, still plugged into the socket. With shaking his head he texted back that she was getting sloppy around him. And at the same time he wanted to take the dryer of the rack.

But the thing was: Neal just took a long relaxing bath after this busy weekend and the tub was still full with water. He clumsy put on the dryer with his thumb and slipped on the wet tiles with his bare foot and let the running dryer fall into the tub. One hand sought some support on the edge of the bath and of course he got a big electric shock.

This old mansion had old wiring that wasn't secured with RCD. Staying stunned onto the floor he barely got away from the tub and pulled out the plug. His hands were shaking and his tongue was feeling numb. But besides that, everything was fine.

How high was the voltage anyway? 200? Well, it didn't kill him… But the dryer though…

After Neal got to his shaky legs, finally noticing his nakedness, he grabbed the phone from the ground, where he had dropped him during his fall. He could barely type the message with his shaky fingers so he decided to keep it short.

The text message he send after this was:

"I just killed it. And Ouch. You owe me a lamp."

A lamp. Yes. The bathroom lamp was fried after this. He knew Sara would send him a cryptic message back to this, like it was some sort of a game. Well one thing was for sure. Peter would be glad. Because… well… At least he was wide awake now.

Great start of the week!

End :)