He was standing on the ground in the warm rain, watching men in armor drag themselves off of a batlefield, slowly stirring himself back to life as the blood rinsed off his face...then he opened his eyes again and was standing in Lexi's shower with shampoo foam swirling around his feet. He turned the water off.
He took his time drying, towling the water out of his hair, wringing out his sopping clothes and hanging them in the shower. He contemplated asking for a razor to clean up his stubble, but that would require sticking his head out and calling for Lexi, and it wasn't as if he minded a beard. He pulled on clean boxers and jeans and reached for his shirt...which turned out to be pair of loose pajama pants.
"Shit." He wiped the fog off the mirror and sighed. Dashing half-naken back into the front of the apartment for his bag was not ideal, but it looked like his only option. He draped the pjs over his left arm and held them against his chest. "Into the breach," he said aloud, and bolted for the front room. Hopefully lexi would be in the kitchen.