Owen sighed happily as the hot water tracked its way down his spine, there was nothing quite like it when you'd spent most of the day leaning over an autopsy table, not that for once he had, but the amazing melting Weevil was a days worth rolled up into one rather noxious package.
"Agaa doo doo doo, shake the wotsit hit the thingumeee," he bellowed cheerfully, turning around under the water, allowing it to rinse off the soap.
Turning off the water, he pushed open the door of the shower, grabbed a towel and dried himself off, pulled on a bathrobe, hopped about in an attempt to dry off the bottom of his feet, then padded into the living room, where he pushed assorted buttons on the menu list, then went and slumped down onto the bed.