Huh...?
"A shower, you know, that I can clean myself in?" you say,
hoping for a sense of recognition in his eyes. Nothing.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what a 'shower' is, but I can offer you
something to wash with," he says, still confused. You nod, now
you are as confused as he seems. He leaves the room and returns
shortly, with a small clean cloth, a larger towel-like cloth, and a
bar of soap.
"Follow me," he says, smiling. The moment of confusion has
passed. He is comfortable again, and you are too tired to think about
anything. You stumble after him, wondering vaguely what you are going
to do.
"I'm sorry, a what?" Nick asks confusedly. You frown at him.
